Breadcrumb #276
KAILEY TEDESCO
I’ve long forgotten how to storm
a cup of oolong,
let alone how to read the leaves –
Years ago, I would’ve allowed you
to start the kettle & throw seed
to the birds. For moments
the sunflower husks form the shape
of your mouth peeled free & open
at the very end.
Now on television, a ballet
of yous fans in & out, one you
is wearing red lips while the other
cries into your knees. You wore
renaissance green in the spotlight,
but now the sun of my awareness
has departed & all I can see
is greyed over by the dust
carved beautifully
around your wrists.