poppies in july quotes

Little poppies,little hell flames.

Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you.

I put my hand along the flames. Nothing burns.

Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear, like the skin of à mouth.

À mouth just bloodied

Little bloody skirts!

Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?

If I could bleed,or sleep!

If my mouth could marry à hurt like that!

Dulling and stilling

But colorless. Colorless.