I’m Sorry, I Bleed

Lecanto Jail (C.C.A., 2009)

 

Yellow shifts on the hood, changing ever slight,

seen rarely, streaming from above: neon bright.

To pursue this path: the righteous ruin alone

believes in the said retract.

Such a constant light we breed—

in eyes, lips, shoulders and knees.

I’m sorry, I bleed.

 

Belief in all sincerity:

motion control,

motion complete,

wager half a pint that this doesn’t turn out good.

My love,

my yellow light,

my subtle shift from bed to the night.

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