Pasty Colors

by Christina Issa

pasty colors fill the face holes

of voids we didn't know existed
holding hands is contrived 

tepid manners replace love

tricky words fighting patience

hinged on thin-string semantics
playing the harp of language 

this polarity is rough

we want what we desire

breaking dishes against the ceiling
definitions are now fleeting
and intimacy is enough

making love is immediate
timeless energy that treads water
we forgot about the dishes
it's raining fragments from above



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