your name is the stress
my fingers dip into when
i shakenly paint my lips
red
after scratching, your
ambulance color knickers
your canary gold locket
signified the cage, the goodbye
of flight and the sting of everything
i fear when i open my eyes and the
dark isn’t hiding
me, or my severed pieces
from the eyes of
love is the time you trusted
me with the clippers,
see what i’ve done with it?
