I close my eyes
And all I see is purple
Like chewed gum
Or a pouting mouth
Trying to prove its point
Unsure of what to say,
It stutters and breaks
Into a torn-up smile—
Speaking like gasoline
Falling apart like an adjective
And dreaming like I’m not
Hurt by the seasick hope
And the disgrace in my blood
Rushing all the way to my
Face; the broken blush
Playing my madness in g sharp,
Counting the seconds until
I can close my eyes again
To see that purple mouth
Twisted up into a kiss.