Stained Hair
I told you
I told you
the streetlights wavered
They pushed me out, hands tied
Last night I dreamed that my teeth exploded
taking refuge in an octagon haven birds chirp to a faint radio a breeze brushes my skin the heat flushes my cheeks a passing semi rumbles by, the vibrations shake my chair a haze settles over me
In winter She was fierce, relentless In spring She slowed down, curious In summer She rested, content In fall She rose, ready to run again
In the old days it was the smell that gave them away They couldn’t all hold on some would always fall and rot on the ground The scent is sweeter then you think And it always gives them away Nowadays we just corral them People line up to take their pick There’s no hunt No chase Just fill up a bag take them home chop them up and serve them baked in a buttery crust They will still smell sweet
So lately I have been kicking dandelions instead of blowing to make a wish
I wore it today the necklace I made with the dainty chain It shimmers in the sun Like the silver pendent with a coating of resin holding a bleached sliver in place in the center The girls all assumed it was mother of pearl or smuggled ivory A splinter of coral perhaps Who would guess it was really just a small sliver of you
The clouds churn in the distance thick like the smoke rising from a forest fire or an atomic bomb Patiently circling whispering insinuating Waiting to lift me up and devour me whole But the sun is beaming lighting my way like the yellow brick road I know I can get where I’m going and click my heels to get back home