…and the rest of the nation kisses is chains…
Blue is the only color I’ve ever understood
Blue is the color of empty sound.
In truth, I’m terrified of empty sound.
I despise its reverent politeness
but I still love the color blue.
Almost every day I see him in his black t-shirt
and I despise the politeness that separates us
but I’m too polite to challenge it
and I still love seeing him
and hearing his voice.
“How are you?”
Well, truthfully, I’ve a stomachache
from eating too much ice cream.
You see, I’m still overcoming those
bulimic tendencies. How about you?
How are you today? Did your
black t-shirt fare well in the washing machine?
How long have we known each other
without really knowing each other?
Four years. It’s been four years
but I’m not really a person.
I’m Elva, I’m the little girl.
When he smiles at me he’s
doing his good deed for the day.
I’ve always lived in the shadow of trees
Knowing I’ll never grow that tall.
I’ve always lived unaffirmed.
Even you could not affirm me
despite my blood
but I’m not made of sugar or foam
and I’ll not kiss my chains.
I don’t believe you when you misinterpret the Bible
and I know you don’t believe yourself either
because I’m the daughter and
daughters know these things.
I still read the Bible and I still
believe in God
but I don’t believe in people anymore
they are the hands around my neck
they are the slap across my face
they are the eight ounce glass
thrown at me in rage.
Fate has stolen the stars from my eyes,
stolen the stars from the skies
and I’m left with a fist
and a very economical fluorescent light
but I will not kiss my chains.
I will not speak of blame.
Like Daddy’s eyes
and Mommy’s van
the sky is simply blue.