I sit on my friend’s porch
what colors would make her home better?
she slips me a sign of “you need to leave.”,
between her buried eyebrows.
I choose to stay.
the wall behind me is too blue,
I like the idea of red instead.
I went ahead and slit my friend,
took her blood and paint my wish.
she grasps a plant to fight consent,
I take a step back and smell the wet wall
as she lays with defeat on her face.