Half Empty Girl

the mean reds
I think Holly Golightly was onto something
lately I’ve had
quite the case

washing machine stomach
suction pump throat
teeth of mortar
clogged brain

this cold stone inside me

to pick it up
to throw it in the marsh
to hear its plop as it sinks to the bottom

a scene too surreal
when seeing red
in a technicolor world

I remember watching this movie,
The Angry Red Planet
when I was a kid
its Martian world
barely believable in black and white

perception, it’s all about perception
"You’re just not a half full kind of girl”

but how can I tell?
when the glass is broken
its shards cutting into my skin
white turning to shades of red

mean reds