paint me a home in thick oils
her warm winter arms looped
cadmium orange
around us
her smacking morning
kisses were rosettes in
rose madder
her cobalt yellow picnics
whirled us spin laughing
through Saturdays
so who laid snarls in burnt sienna
in jagged snips with
a painting knife
set thick lines in mars black
for closed bedroom days
for silence
who for the last day
chose a bathroom river
in scarlet lake
Glint Literary Journal 