I’m finger painting with blood
April 2015I’m finger painting with blood
and my fingernails are like nails
being hammered into the gravity
of a body, slowly eating
flames and plastic fires
stripping moisture from this
air we are barely breathing
the way my hands tear
at my own coconut shell of
a body, a seed gulping water
to drill out of the soil, thirsty
for spilled oil, the way blood
spills, painting our fingers
with blame, but look at this flame
our brains dry
like walnuts