BLUE COUP D’ETAT

There’s a wound on the kitchen ceiling, a puckered gash that never heals. Sometimes it bleeds rusty brown water that gushes into the sink then slowly subsides into a urine colored drip. I went upstairs and asked the lady about it, she told me her baby spilled the tub as three children seemed to be dragging her to the floor behind the cracked door.

I know her face better than my own. I see her when I blink, when the lights dim, in the corners of my eyes at twilight she appears to me for days, delightfully uninvited and then she disappears.
She gave secret half smiles to all the strangers that she met.

Her gray shorts hugged her thighs. It was early fall and the sun still warmed but the detached smoothness of her features held no warmth, only a vague triumph. For a moment she had won an emotional battle. It was almost like beating someone up, she thought as she hit the volleyball again.
She felt his eyes upon her but refused to look. Instead she hit the ball harder, forcing herself to jump to keep the ball from going over her head. “Ow!” she pulled her finger to her mouth instinctively. She hated it when she jammed her finger, especially at that moment is seemed to belittle her victory. It made her feel like a clumsy little girl. “Are you alright?” a concerned and sickeningly familiar voice asked.
“‘I’m fine,” she quipped trying to cover her embarrassment. Her finger did hurt and she could feel it swelling and tightening up the skin around her ring finger. Ordinarily she would run inside and get an ice pack immediately but not today. Nothing would keep her from playing today.

Russet pink sky
Horizon burning red fingered clouds
Sun a gaping wound
I hope I find you before it is too late

Poetry has never been restricted to poetry. It is everywhere and in everything.

We’re all moths flying towards the light. Some of us are a light for others but that light is just a moth too, trying for another light. That’s when the light’ll burn you, that’s when you gotta make yourself a moth light so there’s two suns in the sky smiling at one another and drifting into each others arms.