It would have to be blue but I (also)
want a ball not because it aches but because
my lips primarily biolumenesce blue
my most native tongue not-involves
the throat is silent and colored
even when hunched over the desk
my lips pretending to belong to
a very respected detective I wasn't
thinking about them even a little
but they were glowing blue
without me I realize I am always detecting
It is how I make it but it's so much
I say to the cows please turn off
my brain and I imagine a key hole
in my temple but never the key
but the cows aren't like me i am comfortable
when they don't blink hardly
ever and they do not know what
I taste like
Screaming child, I am sorry
in my train I forgot you and
the ball that you are screaming for
What can I say that sounds grownup and
wise don't stop screaming? never stop
desiring so loudly they press their
face into hot bricksides to hear
your safe commotion
and as for the round objects
to throw and catch-- do not believe them:
the air is changed despite what they
will say again I know you are probably
not interested anymore I know you want
that ball so badly and that is probably best
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