glass 

i resort to colors 
to try to talk about the world
magenta 
& cyan & even sometimes fuchsia. 
i get mauve for days 
& you make me put on a dress & dance 
for you. eventually, even the colors
go clear. i have a glass face & 
a glass flag & a glass house.
on the other side, the minnows
are trying to burrow
to the boiling center of the earth.
if i joined them maybe i would
get crystal & one day
walk around on someone's wrinkled
ring finger. tell me something
about the end that i haven't considered yet.
will there be soil to burry us in
or will that be too commodity for people
like us? you wash potatoes in the sink.
i have dreams full of isopods
in which i wake up screaming in lowercase.
the curry is good just like it always is.
soft yellow. a muted brown. 
i am told it is pride month. yesterday
i saw a cop give a little kid 
a badge sticker. they ran around.
i felt so burgundy & jet fuel. i got
all the birds on my side too.
they said, "you all are fruit punch red."
i couldn't disagree. the glass shatters
& i don't even know what broke.
it could be the car again or the house
or the tree that used to hold up
our little piece of sky. i keep all 
my old t vials. glass eyes in the beast. 
someday, someday, someday.