my year of pink,
seeping into
my clothes,
a solvent in
my veins,
bad case of
menopausal acne
on the side,
to go.
my She
reveling,
rioting
one last time
in all her
frivolous,
feminine
anti-redness.
flaccid
pink
brain,
skin,
stomach
where
ruby tough
thought,
callus,
gut
once lived.
I've
always
hated pink,
I think.
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