Allow me to elaborate
to confiscate the shadows
and the self doubt dancing
underneath the bridges
Allow me to make clear
the dingy fabric of your curtains
the windows of your
mind
your stained glass
church.
Allow me to wear white
not black like last Tuesday
and to play the blues
with tapshoes
on your anger's
salty grave.
Allow me to stop--lest
I get too dark and
dreary
I've buried all the
garbage and the
junk cars
and rented a small bar
in Philadelphia.
Poem and photos by Hannah Frank