Poem: Fused to the Impossible Blue
Incinerate this sadness,
the way it blossoms
just under my heart.
Push down the old shadows.
Make me a towering oak
on a cloudless day in June,
or a hummingbird fused
to the impossible blue.
I’m tired of this oily numbness,
how it blooms like a red tide.
Rip off my skin, let me bleed away.