Ruby red lips parting smiles.
I know that I am saying things
I will regret. There are slices
Of my eyelids I’m regretting already.
Molding shapes in greenlit –
Pigeon with peach wounds, feathers
Facing the wrong direction
In scabs. Nothing is what it says, I lied.
Green backlit father. Green backlit confession.
How much I know I’ve untruthed
In daily life. I am a lion.
I am a skipping lion with a mane of cashmere eyelashes.