Lady-of-Seasons

Your colors bloomed like flowers in The March of your life- baby pinks And lemon yellows that framed your Unlined face, the Sharpie circles on Your arms like an Indian bride, to Distinguish you from the unwashed Masses. I think you’d like to see Yourself as a superhero clad in colors You invented, ready to defend the City from poser bands and boring Clothes. Or you think like a phoenix? Rising from corporate ashes on your Technicolor wings, to feed on the Bands that you liked first. You can Think what you want, but you look Like a sparrow to me, even if your Plumage is a little brighter.

When your lips move, they form sounds Like “diamonds” made of glass Squares so harsh I expect your lips to bleed And you to proclaim it liquid rubies. They hover between us, like mirrors Reflecting my own unbelieving face That half-lidded stare and raised eyebrow That makes your hackles raise without thought. It’s so strange- but I see your mother behind you Your father, your loving family Warped like a melted painting Faces that would be kind twisted into snarling monsters. Even the dog’s a rabid beast. Even more pressing, your hands Offering the shards of mirror, edges cutting your skin (The way I imagine