a voicemail burned into my forearm

i never had to close my eyes to see me

 

one hundred blue tents

(royal blue)

in two rows,

a hollow stream splitting the ground between them

out in a yellow field we found by accident

 

you’re trying to convince me you put

sprinkles on your ice cream for the taste

and i’m trying to leave my body

just to prove i’m something more

 

i see your voice and wonder if it has

always looked so pearl

it reads that i have no blood in my blood

instead of reading on

i winced at the balloon strings piercing my hands

and looked up to watch how the sun

played with the colors