i have known the taste of violet; it has
stuck in my molars long after i’ve finished
it has been my wine-stained secret
i have known
the striated forearm and clenched fist
the mirror in the ventricles
and the hardiness of them
the measured beat
beat
beat
i have known the scrapes that even cardboard leaves
with a slip of the hand on its way out
i have known better the scars that mouths leave by association
on the shin, on the skin, on the cortex
have i known anything but
violet
i wonder
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
i have known the taste of violet; it has
stuck in my molars long after i’ve finished
it has been my wine-stained secret
i have known
the striated forearm and clenched fist
the mirror in the ventricles
and the hardiness of them
the measured beat
beat
beat
i have known the scrapes that even cardboard leaves
with a slip of the hand on its way out
i have known better the scars that mouths leave by association
on the shin, on the skin, on the cortex
have i known anything but
violet
i wonder