there she is, across the green by sarah dauer

she is pink in the sun
and i am awful yellow tinted
maybe olive, maybe piss
 
maybe the bricks are red
for the same reason i am
hazel eyes and bitch face
 
maybe
 
i could make giraffes punk
or write her a love letter;
for myself, for someone
so entire-bag-of-chips sad
 
i am entire-bag-of-chips sad
very often actually, and planets
drawn in blue on my piss skin
 
            a thought on conversation:
maybe our first drafts live
in the brick cracks of our brains
with doodle suns and crumbs
exfoliating all our doubt 

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Sarah Dauer could eat her weight in latkes. You can also find some of her work in tenderness yea, Potluck, Vagabond City, and Yellow Chair Review, among others. Follow her on twitter @lameearthpers0n.