Poppies in July

• Little hell flames
• Do you do no harm?
• You flicker. I can not touch you. I put my hands among the flames nothing burns.
• And it exhausts me to watch you flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
• Little bloody skirts
• Where are your opiates your nauseous capsules.
• But colorless. Colorless.