indigo (draft)
where’d your dance go?
hidden in your blue fists?
flashing trying to hold a
glimpse of indigo midnight
your smile candied
deep in sorrow. can you
feel me plucking at it savage?
sorrow so savage it causes splinters
in your hot fists cracking into
slowcyanlight where’d your dance go?
feet gone phantom pain can you
feel the absence of your great great grandma’s
stolen limb deep in your bones? where’d her
dance go? huh? where’d all her indigo
bleed? atop the ceiling of that old house stuck in
your generational memory? her foot stuck
in the mouth of that dry white dove if you
close your mindseye to the stalewind you can
catch a scent of her running running & going nowhere
going nowhere but to the jaybirds the jaybirds
& a hotblue destiny where her world will burn up
real good so good she might be dished at that
secret dinner table no one likes to talk about
but we know
we know
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I love how the body of the poem–its text andf orm both– mirror the poem’s themes so well!