you never remember, the coefficient of friction or how to find the volume of fat flesh cinched into that skirt, blink. those stars in your eyes, glitter shadow in blue, blinkblink blinking.
it was the piano after all, brown hair and fingertips decrescendo, blink.
I can be blue or wild, I said but you have to remind me how, no
show me how it looks on the map: recalculating, recalculating, recalculating.
Tremble the perch, slit and swallow sing a song of sex pinched, chokingly now.
Coda before the curtsy, he lured me with blue, caught me with blue, needled the nest with sticks and spit and blue, blue. Blue.
Photo copy write 2016 to The University of Chicago Math Project Algebra
Bio: Sina Evans is a poet and book artist living in Los Angeles. She explores the intersection where language and art collides, and not-so-secretly collects paint chips. Her second chapbook, Day Circus, is forthcoming later this year from dancing girl press.