She’s back
fingers sharpened
toes painted –
a busy day with the girls –
burning bridges
welding arcs of drama
down at the local salon
Cobalt blizzard
Egyptian night
whispering-ocean-palatinate
I’m sure that polish
had some fancy name
but for me it’s just
blue
Not carnal red
or fuck-me pink
laugh-in-bed orange
or come-figure-me-out black
It’s plain old
ice cold
bristling brooding
stay-away
don’t-touch-me
blue