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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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