Did you see me cry at the movies
with tears a gleaming aquamarine?
I know my soul is supposed to be made of coal,
an abyss with infinite pigment,
and yet without a single path that leads out to expression.
I’m sorry I cried at the movies.
I know you know me as so dark
no one can see any color,
as transcendental carbon,
so black that I’m not even aware of my undertone of blueness.
with tears a gleaming aquamarine?
I know my soul is supposed to be made of coal,
and yet without a single path that leads out to expression.
I’m sorry I cried at the movies.
I know you know me as so dark
no one can see any color,
so black that I’m not even aware of my undertone of blueness.