I painted the walls with my mistakes,
Because when the sun rose it did so in the color of my mistakes.
The ray tore the yard, and the tree bled poison
--while the robin skipped the song.
Spring extended the frost because the line to see the frozen bodies
circled the block.
In the mirror I waited for evening to fall,
For, I don't know, a shadow or a shape,
An itchy rag to wear, a lovely loop,
The sun fell and everybody's clothes appeared to match.
But my eyes were undiscovered planets.
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