a synesthete i swallow our memories in color pink when you touched my tattoo for the first time your fingers sticking to each line as if the ridges were stairs you were careful walking down as if i was something you were ever trepidatious about. grey for seeing you again in the car with rap blasting louder than my thoughts i was thankful for that green for lying on your velvet couch clutching myself so i didn’t fall apart all over your apartment careful not to leave an arm in your bedroom my stomach on your kitchen chair .a rainbow. prickly beads of sweat around my eyes that is not what you noticed instead oceans of what you needed from me. grey grey . grey . a sunny sort of rain. a gloomy apetite.
i keep finding poems written so long ago / might as well post them .