AND REMOVE THE SHADES
love lost the game of chance.
we ate the blackened sun with plum sauce.
a skyscraper with spiders legs crept along crossing roads.
i could only find myself by following the trail of paperclips.
my grail was an empty paper cup.
you see too well.
is this a sun worth setting?
flesh hangs on the soul, love hangs on the flesh.
all the rest that we can repair.
some new pair of moons fill the sky, pale and cratered.
love was slenderwristed, she overplayed her hand.
notes: the title of this poem comes from tiffany’s “red or blue like playing cards”
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