"smudgier" poems
Ran some water
Turned on the tap
Ran some water on your fingertip.
And wiped the rim of the basin white
Until there’s no stain in sight
And you can say nothing happened,
Because nothing did
But when you look again at the basin white,
It’s brown, and red, and pink, and black,
And longer
And smudgier
And sick.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC