maybe all i
have
to give
is
a tangle of
black
and
white
words on
this page
perhaps
i should cook
(like he said)
or do laundry
but
in the deepdown
mud of me
i want to give
what i
need
and how
would i hand
a wind kiss on my shoulder
the green of a leaf
to you?
the blue in my fingernails
or a laugh on her red lips?
i could make bracelets
or spread
me
around
(if that’s
enough)
i suppose
i should
ask
what you need
first.
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