Poetry Post #8: The Plague Doctor

Dressed as a Plague Doctor—
black off blue
and black on again.
A
sharp
intake of breath,
I know this troubling red.
Oliver, this is something I cannot deny.

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Poetry Post #4: A Brutal Red Why

Bright, for all tastes
his interpretation is misunderstood
A brutal red why
Then again, this is all too easy
God has damned this prospect
and I am so dangerously accustomed to
deterring all others

This is one too many rolls of double-sided tape
This fire is not light
If it consumes you, is it not real?

It’s Bingo
It’s Twister
It’s Poker
And I made the wrong bet