Photo by Kelsey Schisler on Unsplash

Everything is colored 

wrong, that blue door 

I remember it-purple


You sound 

different on the 

phone, All soft 


Every time I leave

You cease to exist- 

in my back pocket 


Vowels all italicized 

sound sideways, hit 

my ears in revenge


I keep looking 

the wrong way when 

I cross the street 


Dress isn’t right 

for this weather, 

makes my hair 


All thick like clotted 

cream on your scone 

jammy fingers licked 


Clean sunlight feels different 

here, the clouds 

unfriendly passerby’s 

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