The Farthest Thing
“None of them knew the colour of the sky.”
Stephen Crane 1871-1900
It’s not so much blue
as a collection
of layers of
semi-gloss paint
like onion skin,
each layer
a slightly different definition
of the word “blue.”
There is a bite to it,
with crooked teeth,
that leaves a funny wriggly
arcing mark
on your soul,
like a rainbow.
Because things that hurt this much
are also beautiful
and vice versa.
It smells […]
