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Description
I only rest in beds of opium,
blending bruises with the buds
and the cuts with the petals.
The colors fit like the corner
of every puzzle that has lost a piece
with the new scar tissue.
The buds hold the hand of
the ripening purple of damaged blood cells
under my skin and match the shades of green
from the grass that has stained
the lacerations on my knees.
These marvelous things are giving me the creeps.
Bend and rip wide open
and the opium petals catch the blood,
little umbrellas in the opiate sea,
but show no sign
of stain. I blend here only.

Description
I only rest in beds of opium,
blending bruises with the buds
and the cuts with the petals.
The colors fit like the corner
of every puzzle that has lost a piece
with the new scar tissue.
The buds hold the hand of
the ripening purple of damaged blood cells
under my skin and match the shades of green
from the grass that has stained
the lacerations on my knees.
These marvelous things are giving me the creeps.
Bend and rip wide open
and the opium petals catch the blood,
little umbrellas in the opiate sea,
but show no sign
of stain. I blend here only.