Sunday, January 9, 2011

My Head Doesn't Auto-Adjust

color-correct my monitor,
since I think I'm seeing red:
perhaps you may claim it's pink,
but that's not what I see instead.

give back my blue suede shoes,
give back my rug-lint jaw,
give back my CRT,
I know what I saw.

my skin will never be
pale as plaster, bright, or smooth:
I've gotten too many scars
from when I refuse to move.

I've been standing in this space too long,
my toes have taken root.
I'd prostrate myself to appeal to you,
but then I'd be underfoot.

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