Gossip {a #Poem}
It only takes a few blueberries
to purple the smoothie in my glass.
Begging to add to the blender
to lose that indigo hue–
strawberries (darker)
milk (lighter)
still leaves it purple-ish,
staining my teeth on the way down
and the sink when I’m all the way done.
How to keep the mix
from such violet shades?
How to avoid the blending
of dangerous fruit
coloring up my mind?
Next time, pass the produce aisle
and leave the staining salvos
in the basket by themselves.
Head straight to First Aid
and look for tape, gauze and salve.
Start with healing
and buy band aids instead of berries.
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This metaphor came to me on Friday night and I wasn’t sure what it was all about. The next day I happened upon a Facebook post from a friend who’d been verbally betrayed behind her back. The parallel seemed to fit. Funny timing.
