she bruises too
easily.
this plumage
of blue
blooms
a booming
fruitful
suit fabric.
a bruise suit.
a first base
suitcase
just in case
this pain
escapes
this laced
frame
main stay,
a playplace
briefcase
attache
attached sad
face.
a displaced sad
face
mental case
she
needs this space
to set ablaze
this blemish,
a blueish
contusion
of wounds
that winds
this
watermelonwoman
rind.
she is so
unsweet
to this
bruised
fruit
to which she
hikes her
unlaced
steel toed
boots.
an unkind rewind
rewards
from behind
while
watermelonwoman's
rind
cries.
broken
blood
vessels
sting
grief.
she
repeats
these
injuries
too easily
