paint the architecturei carved my signature into the sunrise
to spam your mind with pop-up adds
like "paint my walls," "paint me batteries," "paint me love,"
so that you could think of me every morning.
you are an interior designer who likes to leave
notes on the exterior of my car,
underneath my windshield wiper.
you like hoses and getting lost in vineyards. so do i
make the cut of being the exterior design
that you wear on your ribcage and wrists?
my enzymes are screaming
for someone to steal my sleep
and drop off more of my favourite paint.
someone stole my paintbrushes;
i walked to the baseball diamond
so that you could touch my hair. i shouldnt have, but i did
find that you bleed cherries, red lips, and acrylic tomatoes.
you bleed ruby reds and raspberry pigments.
you bleed lip-coloured wounds and i kiss them better
while i squish tomatoes between my toes
and call it art. i tasted like that
new wendy's frosty and got you home a little later
than the time your mother asked you to be home.
you felt guilt