Uma das muitas poesias que me chamou atenção foi o poema de Jay Davis.
Ele começa assim:
Favorite Color
Mom,
I wish I knew your favorite color.
The only one of Gods many crayons that gets you to sit up straighter.
To unbraid your spine from a roach egg infested headboard.
I bet its red.
Like a sea I’ve never seen
But hear quite often in your voice late at night.
If it is,
I will strip my skin off my body.
Bare crimson fles.
I’m sure that you’d look at me more often
If I was the color that makes you smile.
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