Fear of the Color Black
The color black grits its teeth
in cracks under closets and
between slats in vertical vents
and seems to be involved in acts
of malfeasance. I distrust
its stealth, avoid its line of
demarcation, refuse to hold a pen
sporting the color black,
even when revealing this poem.
I'd rather the ink were my own
blood, than India Black.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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