Definition: Livid
Livid was the bruise that formed, what came easily after only grazing a table’s edge. Its color, too, maybe unseen years ago. Saying green. Speaking of a sea, wine-dark. Later, indigo and dyeing of the cloth. Mary’s robes. She said we must attend every Sunday, though there was the sky and breathing came easier elsewhere. Would pull me from my bed, belligerent, leaving little pressings. Along that shore, those low clouds are of slate, ragged.
Cover Photo by: Bernadetta Watts
