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Color Me


Some hankerings take hues—

henna the wrist, lace hand-

kerchief, hold on.

Green hair shouts no,

nails blackened, I won't go.

Clowns bulb red and white,

cheeks, lips, tear planted like a kiss:

honk, I am conflicted.

Now they have body chalk,

I've heard, Erase me.

Tattoos (so obvious) bellow,

sleeve/unsleeve. And marks

the sun sketches,

that kid doodling while on the phone,

leave blots but no text.

But who is it, who is it,

put this blue on?

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