Proven
In the fact that I am jealous
Of the talents of all redhaired people
More or less
The tall and freckled redheads with hollow cheekbones and
Collarbones
One playing a piano sumptuously
While another sings
And one strums a guitar
And one’s got the harmonica pressed to his lips.
This redheaded band of brand of people
Who are so overwhelmingly
Interesting
-Spiced with something
Mysterious and alluring -
Burns the tip of my tongue,
Leaving it feeling singed and rough for days after.
I wander around aimlessly in the musty rain
Searching for something to make a noise with
To throw to the paved streets with a crash
Anything.
But silent
Muted I take the restless slumber
Of a person
Who dreams of beautiful redhaired people
To betray me and leave me
Breathless, mostly.
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