Nicole Tallman

Indigo Light

Look at the rain through the castle.
Nothing is stranger than air. Here we go again
drinking rose water. I shut the door,
but the light filters there. The light on the wheel
is a centipede. The spokes are the strands of its
hair. The lake holds the secrets of summer.
Two girls named Indigo once drowned on a dare.
Their dull skulls scrape my tongue
like rock candy. I taste their names
like blue violets on air.

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