rose brown

you’re a rose

browned for lack of


or because the sun

smacked you around

for too long

or maybe you were


thirsty for something

you couldn’t reach

or maybe the opposite,

maybe you found the one thing

that gives you life and you

drowned, drowned

browned, brown like me,

but you’re still a rose

removed from the beauty

of living colors;

the softness of your flesh

has been replaced

with the beauty of the


the Crunch. i hear

when i have you in my palm

and bring you to my ear

and squeeze for that final sound:


“rose brown”

©Steven Cuenca

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