Premenstrual Syndrome -
She painted cubes and angles
drowned in hues
of density and celsius pressures,
it was in part due
to her retrospect of comfortable sorrow,
the syndrome was complicated
by the distant shine
of a brilliant lover,
I remember her voice coming
to me like that of a
summer solstice
eagerly carressed by the lungs
of the bluejays
that would translate the technique
of blossoms
like it were their first language,
her fury was lush,
and she channeled it properly,
I'm positive shes negative
in an act thats sincere,
she is positively negatively
painting in gray today -
J.A.B.
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