Geri

Breath in. 

Breathe out. 

Try to focus on the 
pinkandgrey sky, 
and not, 
on the knot, 
in my throat.
 

Your words hurt me more 
than any strike 
or blow 
to my 
ego. 
 

Angry drivers weave their way through the streets 
Babies wear purple banners 
Calves dripping with humidity's tears 
Dirty, dirty city 
Energy impatiently bounces on one foot. 

I was thinking about my friends 
when I got a voicemail. 

My eyes lit up. 
(just a little bit) 

Turns out, 
it was just about 
my car's extended warranty. 

It's funny(ha)
how fireworks 
sound 
like Gunshots 

Lit up 
against a Black 
sky
 

Oh, Hyacinth 
from Amyclae, 
was it a blessing 
or a curse? 

To enthrall the god 
of suns and prose, 
who brought you to your hearse? 

Oh! Hyacinth.