Yael Olalde-Garcia

no colors

fallen way back,

legs went lean

oscar fed mayer.

 

bless the pope

to bless the meat.

 

no colors–

 

look,

you still leak.

your filler is gone;

and all the lies crease.

 

no color fixes dull.

watercolor – fool.

 

no color

means

I see.

 

in black or white,

you’re still deteriorating–

 

like your flaccid dagger

couldn’t even top a name–tag smile.