“maroon”
Download
the
burgandy
on
my
t
shirt
when
you
splashed
your
wine
into
me
and
how
the
blood
rushed
into
my
cheeks
so
scarlet
it
was
the
mark
you
saw
on
my
collarbone
the
rust
that
grew
between
telephones
the
lips
I
used
to
call
home
so
scarlet
it
was
maroon
