Stone Tape Theory

Columbine padding
for all the emotions

we can’t expunge
without cutting

red into our vision,
frustration or

crushed shells settle
like dust outside

of blue fingertips.
One of us

has to be the first:
tear out her eyes,

wait in darkness–
white orbs, puffs

of shadow we can’t
get any answers from,

restless recordings
of voices with no names,

echoes eternal through
ribs in the red rock…

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