[blue august]
you don’t look sad; you feel it.
you look blue — and i am
wiping the colour from your eyes,
until i fade from sight
and my body distorts, warping
like film, spinning
on a reel that carries bone
to white skin. that changes my voice
to an echo of a song
you thought you knew.
this language is foreign to you now.
which part is love? is it all?
so much love, so much agony
for something you
can’t even touch. what do you
feel now? i remember
growing up in adelaide.
i fell in love and it killed me.
you held my hand in a tidal pool
and looked at it
like you had so much more to say.
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