Wrongs

by Elanor Lin

Here is the list of wrongs between us.
Vast, isn’t it? And petty.
This whole section is imaginary.
And this one I’m just tired of caring about.
Who needs all this hanging around our necks?
Let’s paint it over.
Crimson is the color. Here,
we’ll hold the brush together.
Jesus—
we’re going to need some more blood.