La Vie

La Vie I. Rose Period Time has spread us apart. You are somewhere picking pink peonies for another woman, sculpted by Michelangelo, her curves chiseled and smoothed, breast molded to perfection, stomach flattened with delicate fingers. Her honey skin painted by Velazquez, radiating an artificial glow in every room she enters. II. Blue Period You left me with Picasso, lost in his blue painting. my anger is dirty gypsies nesting in the trees calling out your name, I hear them when they’re silent I hear them my love prostitutes who wear your face— blue eyes, full lips, long nose my pain is beggars buried underground, their pleas free sadness fingers interlocking, faces in necks, my face clinging to your cheeks— my hope whispers say it “I am lonely here” mean it “I am alone”