lunes

lunes

blood seeps through

hands were meant to build

things break down

hot purple weave

body sits, mind does cha-cha

clothes like anchors

give me time

this life was not chosen

glass, hurt everywhere

long ago, naptime

gray and red army blankets

the rough wool

long ago, recess

sand packed in grand castles

swiftly knocked down

sweet grannies rock

trucks drive through picture windows

give it time