The teacher wrote a question on the board
large enough to see but,
still hard to follow,
in black expo:
If each color had a taste, what would sad taste like?
And the girl with crosses up and down her arm
mentioned once,
'blue tasted like flat soda pop,
cold and a bit too sweet'
The boy with the hair running smoothly over his eyes
pronounced sixty four ways to say 'azure'
and each time,
he tasted the iron of the
hammer that his father had split his collarbones apart
and I cried for each story,
because the color 'blue' always
tasted like brandy, heartbreak and broken nails
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
The teacher wrote a question on the board
large enough to see but,
still hard to follow,
in black expo:
If each color had a taste, what would sad taste like?
And the girl with crosses up and down her arm
mentioned once,
'blue tasted like flat soda pop,
cold and a bit too sweet'
The boy with the hair running smoothly over his eyes
pronounced sixty four ways to say 'azure'
and each time,
he tasted the iron of the
hammer that his father had split his collarbones apart
and I cried for each story,
because the color 'blue' always
tasted like brandy, heartbreak and broken nails
