Self-azured

The loudest and largest key

represents only a tiny blank
a pindroplet of silence between
words, I noticed that of course
but that’s not what I wanted to write
I wanted to look up at the sky
and write the words floating up
on double-felixed balloons to the edge
and brought to your attention
sky-word self-azured bleautiful, less shrill
than electrisse and turquoid
much more tranquil than cobolt

 

Don’t you look at my nails

which could turn nymphatic half-moons
at any given moment,
but I use them badly, hammering
at small black keys which sometimes
opens locks and at others clicks them closed

 

I thought when you incise

my skin there’d be words
and little blanks flowing out
in some dashed Morseful code
rising to the occasional edge
scrabbling tiles of ivory yinyang
but you showed me that,
pffft stupid, it’s only blood
and after it's stopped
a small cheeky tongue,
a see-through ooze of sline;
and that too is fine.



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