The colors of late September
talking and falling again
announcing each other like
gulls for bread
remind me that I've listened
yet every day is black and black
the mask's unsettling sweat builds and
underneaths a frowning girl
settling into it
yes darling, I see the blue
I see the coins stored under my lips
haven't paid off and
you've painted nothing to hide the holes
i'd ask for your hand in this and squint
but you, you must not have heard it
and here i've been
as cooperative as ants /
as sad as fate
with hands as red as the ibis
falling tired and certainly
tired of falling
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
The colors of late September
talking and falling again
announcing each other like
gulls for bread
remind me that I've listened
yet every day is black and black
the mask's unsettling sweat builds and
underneaths a frowning girl
settling into it
yes darling, I see the blue
I see the coins stored under my lips
haven't paid off and
you've painted nothing to hide the holes
i'd ask for your hand in this and squint
but you, you must not have heard it
and here i've been
as cooperative as ants /
as sad as fate
with hands as red as the ibis
falling tired and certainly
tired of falling
Julie Butler
