Blood is as deep as water
Thin as syrup, but not as
Slick as oil that makes it hard to
talk to you;
And festering white pine
Blister and rust
Like rims of rum
Stuck to the insides of cup holders
Of your dying car;
And pity the mind
Set ablaze by little more than stimulation
Of words hollow and meaningless;
Days spent out burnt in the sun,
Chlorine dyed bleach blonde
Heavy belly rings snagging on the cruel words
Meaningless and hollow
Dripping down the front of the orange halter top
Bikini dried by the sun;
The floating heart medallion of oil and water
Thin as oat water, thick as nothing