broken color

world finds nothing smart

like fireflies turning

the page rosy

instead, we break into

mud rush fish

swim the ether

cords tangle until knots

form like fetuses

yellow, empty belly

tears limp inside, ask

to get out

crystalline salty ringers

trigger dashes water away

dismantle finger pieces,

discover blue wilts

like tarnished tiger lilies,

their dusty faces

remembrances or translations

of orange-ginger grain;

their texture pushes

against the slate

words slide into some

dirty water, disintegrate

into wholeness again.