Aneira Capon
Love painted in an inferno spreading by trail and pine,
I
JUST
SCREAM.
I hate it for the metallic stripes glaring
failure to my mother and father, solemnly staring.
Red cotton bird ā my mother and I stand in an arena.
hold the broach of your bleeding heart, and say
through glistening
scarlet teeth Dad, Iām so sorry.
Some days, I hate it for those fierce ponderosa days.
I crank open a soda, bite into
a piece of orchard sunshine, a fresh peach.
I dine alfresco, completing the great
algorithm of what makes a perfect day.
We’re both ready to dare.
my teeth clenching, breaking my tongue,
my muscles tearing, ripping,
from my mind, body, soul,
seizing, seizing, seizing every last speck,
every last white closing front door,every
going
away.