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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