I Wish I Could Tell You a Better Story

Ipicture the clothes you were buried in. When I see you, I see the red Pumas you laced up, the black skirts you bound with silver pins and the stockings that poured the sun over your limbs. But I suppose you wore something I'd never seen in the half-life since we last spoke. That time on the phone when I said, you make it impossible for me to love you.

Did you wear blue? I remember tearing the pink off me as if it were a hot poker grazing my skin. No, no, I was a blue girl down to the bone. And you nodded your approval.