Where did you learn
Your need to pull 
Away?
Burying truth behind
A visage of clay
And where did you start
Believing distance was safe?
Or ice over warm, each time you’d take?
I wished I met you
Before
You learned in reverse
Drove with eyes closed
Radio tuned to conflict and silence
If I had the power
I’d rewind you
Like a China doll
Breakable and yet
How hard your ceramic stare
You penetrate any pretense
Even as you hold your own secrets
Tighter than a rubber band
Turning pinky swear
Purple

0 Replies to “Purple”

  1. Sometimes, some of us find comfort in what we think to be safe…Protection, so to speak. The opening lines are amazing…
    “Where did you learn
    Your need to pull
    Away?
    Burying truth behind
    A visage of clay
    And where did you start
    Believing distance was safe?
    Or ice over warm, each time you’d take?”

  2. I felt like these words were being asked of me, and it made me think of this: I never quite understood how, after being stung by a bee, some people decide that the response must be to keep walking amongst the bees, in hopes of finding the ones who will not sting. But some of us learned very quickly that the response must be to never again play in the garden.

  3. These last two poems are so very powerful, Candice. Your imagery always hits me at a visceral level – words to be felt rather than to be explained. Amazing writing, as always! 💓💕

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