it’s black

by blake ellington larson

and it’s a worn worn shirt
holes and all
cigarettes
laugh stains
good memories
and silence

it’s black
it’s real

it’s hanging on a wire
outside your house

it’s charging the electricity in you

all the cracks and breaks
every misfiring signal
from wire to wire

it’s in you like blood
true blue
red and black
(2005)

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