3-19-2024
It all comes back to blue.
Listening to the blues
but not always having the blues
but sometimes you're just really blue
and that's when they pluck the strings of your heart
the hardest,
finger picking
your arteries
'til they feel like they'll break.
They never do, they just stay sore.
Blue Xanax, haven't seen those in awhile.
The Klonopin are blue now
and melt on your tongue,
color the bumps and the spit
like bomb popsicles
and you're a kid again.
Always were.
You see those blue veins under your skin,
young
and suddenly aware that blood runs through you
though you don't care much
even think it's a little fun
to get a little cut.
Sleepovers
Stay up late
all night
and I'd say
"Look, it's blue outside,"
see the light peeking in the blinds.
