Katy Kirby - Blue Raspberry
I am under her heellike rock candy
crushed to glitter
laid out on the concrete
and the happiest kind of
sorry for myself
the sweetest little hangover
I bet I’ve ever felt
God she looks so pretty when she’s mad
straw stabbing the cherry at the bottom of her glass
blinking back the sugar water tears
I see her nearly crying
“come over here now honey,
come to me and let me dry them
for tonight
you can decide what you think of me in the morning”
Blue Raspberry
if the word ends in O-S-E
(you know what that means, or you oughta know)
the outline of her figure starts to glow
a fluorescence that it seems she has absorbed
from the lights of the laboratory
she was surely born in
Blue Raspberry
Her eyes burn white as styrofoam, right into me
she’s sugarcane split open, she’s a jaw
about to sing
and she’s shaking little packets
before she pours ‘em in her drink
she adds them in an order, it goes–
yellow, blue, then pink
suddenly I can’t
meet her eyes
I just watch her stir her coffee
Blue Raspberry
if the word ends in O-S-E…
Cure me in salt crystal
like you’re saving me for later
I don’t care if whatever you are is found in nature
you hold
the patent
for that flavor
Blue Raspberry
if the word ends in O S E
(you know what that means, or you oughta know)
the outline of her figure starts to glow
a fluorescence that it seems she had absorbed
from the lights of the laboratory
she was surely born in
Blue Raspberry
Written by:
Katy Kirby, Alberto Sewald, Logan Chung, Rowen Merrill, Ross Collier, Thomas Luminoso, Adrian Olsen
Publisher:
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