escapril

how did the sky look?: like healing despite the pain

a cut on a hemophiliac
oozing like sap into the
horizons poised mouth
pink into orange into
something else

a dark scab
of old clotted blood
pinpricks in an egg
from the yolk's perspective
the world before your birth

a blue bandaid
on the knee of a child
tears cutting through grit
listening to aero planes and dreaming
of bees and ice cream