To Ninah

Blue skies blue hair
blue blood red
why do I even care?
Tidy sheets on empty bed
the distance of a whisper
a precise and sharp word
up and down, nervous zipper
pretend queen and pretend lord.
Stretch your hand far and long
past the ocean, past the ocean
sing me a blue and red song
one that puts the world in motion.
I hear a full and silent cry
a tear of blue and a tear of red
tears which were born dry
and never to be shed.