What pink hell is this?
Even the people—
if you can call them that—
are made from Pepto Bismol
or maybe bubblegum,
lifting their glistening pink arms
and especially their attenuated legs
with difficulty on this marshy pink planet.
If this is “conscious sedation”
then please put me back to sleep
on the beautiful blue planet
suffering now and in pain.
Tessa Kale has a full-length collection of poetry (Crow’s Cup, Discovery Award, Red Mountain Press, 2021) and a chapbook (The Hudson Line, Finishing Line Press Award, 2010) as well as publications in periodicals such as The Yale Review, The Western Humanities Review, Prelude, and others.
