Tonight's Poet Corner: Candor

Candor
by Belinda Roddie

Disassemble every last word I said,
piece by piece, brick by rusty brick,
and you will find crumbling color
in each of them: Shade, hue, vibe
stretched past my mouth like aging
floss, like decaying yo-yo string.

You can stir every cube into your
cup of bitter tea, but the taste won't
be any sweeter. I don't offer sugar
to rival the smoke: Because I mean what
I say. And I say what I mean. And I
mean what I say. And I say what I mean.