You’d do better to let
sleeping dogs lie, he said
but I can’t wrap my head around it

I am glistening onyx wrath &
confusion blue

Stalwart brick red &
Ivory too

I’ve practiced the silent cry
All my life; got it down pat

Suffering swathes a color with no description
It looks like a welt
but feels like a prescription



|the wonderful thing about this distance
I can picture you in small hours
with a great fancy, I think: the way
you may imagine yourself,

as the hero,
victor, gambler,
madcap wanderer

& gleefully glorify this
diamond-eyed protagonist
I fell in love with

so many years ago|