austere

by amy sharp


even my mother calls me and asks me
what's the matter
nothing I whisper in the phone
listen lady
this is my blue period
my monochromatic heart pumps muted colors
I am right under the surface 
I look blurry
the post office worker looked at me
with a tilted head today
is it all across my face
I get worried people can read my thoughts
I'm taming tigers
I'm fighting you
with my fists