Red is red.
Firetruck red. P
is purple.
Purple is purple.
Yellow is lemon yellow
& deep blue & plums.
Green is brown.
It's complicated.
Rape is red, & then bruised,
pulsating purple.
Rape feels like a rape. Quandary
tastes like guacamole,
not for any reason,
but she really likes guacamole.
A buzzing in her room burns
in her hand. Like a metal object
taken out of a microwave.
She can't sleep
in her room. No one else
can hear the sound. No one else
is able to feel
the sound she feels.