A Picture of What She Told Me About

Lexi is wearing
Mango
And
Ivory.

She decorates her eaves,
Like
A house.

Her skirt and feet are
Earthy denim.

Her evergreen porch
Is hovered
Over by bruised,
And
Scabbed up
Knees.

Her shoots
Are rooted
In her "jellies"
With glitter--
And lemonade
And May.

She started
Dating Colvin

On a Saturday.

He is Marvel comic books,
And
Cafeteria aprons.

He prepares the morning eggs with the
Work of his
Hands.

His hands--
That no one would hold;
That always felt
The stinging lasso
Of
Rejection.

He sits on her porch swing and she
Hums hymns
About God
And evenings
And rising above the

Trenches of
Depression.

They are lavender,
And rouge creaking,
And they are

W h o l e.