on the windowsill
puddle of blood
come in from the cold
Hey now. Close.
This whole city's black and white / Tell me what is your color. / Could it be the same as mine? / Faded greens and blue street lights, / There's a red fire burning / From the sea up to the sky.
*Ray Carver quote: “It's possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things—a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman's earring—with immense, even startling power.”