Time will bury girls and boys
paint their minds
then blow
away
I was bright– and you were new
I was a poem yesterday
Now
cut my skin– or kiss my mouth,
The notes I sing are always
gray.—and every time you look at me
My eyes
are nothing much
the bitter kiss
of compromise
stained your lips
and stole your voice
you’re a stranger.
I’m a ghost.
and i can’t reach
through all your noise
I’d float through all our clouds of smoke
—that’s if I felt I had a choice
but
Every morning, I feel older
dark nights crawl,
and
warm days race
–you’re so black and I’m too blue
our bed
is such a lonely place.
Every day we wake up dry
in fields too brown for rain to save
we’ll
–sleep in weeds until we die
yes,
–sleep in weeds until we die
-Angelisa Miranda
