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Red and White Blues It is infinitely easier to see blood on snow. It is difficult to know when someone is bleeding In the summer, red being closer to green Than white, which must be why Santa’s Dressed the way he is, and candy canes, And I always thought the best ties were Of the red family, my wife’s blue-red coat, Crimson with a crisp white button-down or Cinnamon which is really good on buttered Toast spread with the knife you opened Her spleen with last night, after a fight. She had run out there through the back yard Trying to get to the neighbor’s who weren’t Home but their dogs barked so their neighbors Called the cops who found you lying in A heap under the pine tree across the street, Your bloody trail leading them there, So clearly laid out in the fresh January snow. |
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