weird insight

you wear clouds inside out
     and the rain is a crystal
 it falls
 it melts
 into the concrete

       you’re trying to drop again
  the librarian is cleaning up next to you
     she looks like a she-wolf
and there are cameras everywhere

wear the sun black
  and the moon green
    you could give the night an STD
use foul language
tell him
you’re a waste of time

your fingers hurt
        your back is sore
 you’ve been crying all day
   and smiling at the kids on the news
   half-eaten by a bomb

   you are welcome  
 to another piece of sky
 you are welcome to forge it
eat it
  die in it.

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Lydia Hounat