justwrite 16 august

the pink wall calls out for paper apologizes for the labor it took to cover over and over the pearly white gated forever behind this pastry dream the strawberry cream sleeping through every alarm clock and the efforts to hide behind furniture are not lost on the still-white walls they glow more brightly like opaque windows into purity into an ivory soap heaven floating slowly upward as the dresser and the hangings drift in the direction of the color and the smothering suggested is bested by curtains and certain despair catches in its thin layers of life as there is no escape but to give in and at this point we stop to listen to this hymn's refrain this country careful cautionary tale of who to stay away from even though the love is sweet and here again it is the pink wall painted in every bedroom the idea of something that might be nightly darkened and occasionally brightened by the lights of a parked car or a gentle guitar suggesting deliverance and forgiveness and this music confuses it into a more mournful direction than any connection with reality might suggest but still i will best this challenge i will eat calendar pages and smile the digits on my teeth calling all takers while the fake songmakers sing more sadly bemoan the tide while the water is wide this is more than middle school chorus before us we can break out of any ache we fall into call and response at the ready any heady conversation met with soft lips and suggestive legs we are pleased with the dregs with the flavor and savor is the next required word i have heard repeated in my head instead of sense there is sound as if i read only half the textbook and dropped it for the next book which is happily our own