stained
raze
a
honeyed
smudge
of
sandstone,
the
colour
of
blood
turned
to
soil
,
or
rust
trying
to
remember
what
it
was
before
the
rot
set
in
.
that's
what
my
eyes
tell
me
you
are
.
you
remind
me
of
the
metal
barrels
that
lived
rent
-free
in
my
grandmother's
back
yard
when
i
was
growing
up
.
more
iron
oxide
than
carbon steel.
whatever
they
held
was
toxic
before
i
was
born
.
i
look
at
you
and
see
a
mayfly
with
one
wing,
fighting
with
everything
you
have
to
stay
alive
just
a
little
longer
,
only
to
end
up
here
on
my
white
wall
,
a
faded
impression
of
yourself
.
new
paint
to
cover
the
old
.
the
ceiling
fan
makes
you
flutter
and
shows
me
what
you
really
are
.
dust
.
but
you
won't
blow
away
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from