Girls with blue hands
I
Psychopathology
in the woods
Naked snow
Cold, bare thighs
keep the snow white.
Tie around a tree
Hide your ruby
ring in the dirt
Rub your hair
against the bark
Watch your hands
turn blue
II
Choke yourself
with a string of pearls
Find a window
and jump
Write about it
and post it everywhere
The kind of girl
who steals the hospital gown
The kind of girl
whose hands turn blue
III
She says
Enough about that
In kinder words
My wrists throb
for that someone
inside the tunnel I’ve built,
of what I’ve always wanted
It’s loud,
under the bar’s lights
my hands look blue
