The voices

The voice of a bride, sweet red lipstick

The voice of the color blue

The voice of past lovers

The voice of a throbbing placenta

The voice of a heartbeat, hiding behind engorged blood vessels

The voice of stars

The voice of a great wave

The voice of a river at midnight

The voice of heartbreak

Sometimes I hear these voices, laughing at me,

each voice insisting that it is the truth.