The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

labels (poem)


I could be bold
like the colors of ancient crayons
unlikely adjectives sprawled
over the yellow labels

I peeled them off sometimes
and let the hearts shine through
like all your labels peel
off my heart— the boxes
of judgment placed on me
the gleaming walls
invisible cages
off in yellow, birchlike strips
I blaze inside, unlikely
colors and shine


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