Pink

flush
out of sleep like a nail-lacquered wand
swatch my swift dripping hue
of the dream not the dream
i am colored cupped time
my every little speck of rise flee
fire on the roof of my glitter mouth
my pink house of lyre blood
i am a blood-liar in blown glass
i scream in the sea of sleep
flight or flung i fancy the new day
swilled by its chime
i am wind-whipped
i am no brighter
the morning is a fantasy i chemical choke
my mother is not my mother is not
the goddess of glitter

i am pink & no one’s daughter
bright out of the bottle
i am brave because i am drying