Blackberry Stains
I want to write in blackberries.
There is a style these days
to be acerbic,
and punctuate in neon.
It is stylistically exciting,
if only because lime green
has never been anything but sickly,
unless you’re comparing to grey.
I miss the old uncool world
of jewel tones and velvet.
Life described as sumptuous,
pulling you in
to be engaged, thrilled, tingled
to your fingertips.
Anyone can write a corpse.
I really don’t need to relate
or escape to depression -
there’s no need to tour
a town of two hundred and fifty.
If there must be darkness in writing,
then let it be in forests,
in the way clifftops
and big waves cast shadows
at night;
Let it be found,
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in the crevices of blackberries.