blue
this is how i want you to love me
blue over blue over blue
wet til the paper buckles
dark so the owls come out
blue
and at the edge a mountain
that knows no country
respects no borders
don’t care when i forget
my own name
your love so jangles my blood
now the sunrise be sudden
Notes:
This poem is after Untitled, from Atmospheric Effects, by Alma Thomas, 1970.
Source:
Poetry
(July/August 2024)
