Originally Appeared in Unit Circle #3
Purple (through my skin)
You kiss me
like I don't know what you are.
You bite me
as if I may not say "stop".
and we keep going
with me in my head
being three years old
biting Elizabeth because her mom
told her it's time to go home now.
"Time to stop playing dear."
On her upper arm hard.
She
did not like it.
The sissy cried a bit.
but came back to play
the next day anyways.
Unit Circle Poetry