Tonight—
I think we should talk
in Black and White.

How else could we?
Stay in color for all I care;
You won’t catch my
scars and rumpled hair.

And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.

Oh, so you’re joining me
in talking shades of gray
and blinking ashes free

like teary embers
from eyelashes.

And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.

Who knew I could be
looking in again on
black and white—
In and in until
that’s all there is
just like I want—

Who knew I could be
missing reddish
blemishes and all
seeing colors.

And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.