But the red, purple, &
yellow on black was enough.
So was the red on olive.
So was the black on olive.
So was the flesh on flesh.
So was the smell of pink.
& later, the pink in black.
She said, “Look at me.”
And I did.
I hate this God-Damned country.
Because I don’t think that I have ever loved anyone.
And I read today, “If remembering you had to be somewhere
was a person, It’s a mugger in an alley.”
It’s the idea of the movie star. Star-crossed lovers.
They deserve each other. But who can say the same here?
I heard today that “All your kind, they come and clean.”
But all I saw was the dirty rat track.
The only thing that exists is sound just is.
But nothing is like that.