Hello friends, it's Padrik here. This is a poetry and bound extra. It's a conversation

between myself and Sasha Taksha Blula point. We do this from time to time having a conversation

with a poet who was work or featuring on poetry and bound and I was delighted to have a

conversation with her. She was in a studio in Seattle and I was in a studio in New York

City. Her debut book Rose Quartz is just out from Milky Way traditions and it is damn brilliant.

Thanks for listening in and I know you'll enjoy this conversation. We'll start by hearing Sasha

Taksha Blula point, read her poem that we feature in poetry and bound. The poem is called Blue.

Blue. I emerge from our yellow linoleum bathroom, blue. At one end of our single wide trailer

and I have the length of narrow hallway to consider before reaching the living room. Blue.

Blue and I know my mother is furious. You look ridiculous. It's all she says and I do. I

attorn the pages from a magazine, lined my bedroom floor with them and studied. Those punk rocks,

biked hair, white teeth, high fashion, popped collar, leather studded glossy photos,

strewn across my small space like a spread of tarot cards telling me a future I would never get to.

Not out here, not in the white trailer, rusting amber, thick of trees, stretch of reservation

of highway that stood between me and whatever else was out there. Record stores, the mall,

parking lots where kids were skateboarding and smoking pot probably. Kids with boom boxes and

bottles of beer out there were beaches with bands playing on them and these faces, these shining

faces with pink, green, purple and blue hair. Blue. I could get that at least. I could make 17 packets

of blue raspberry coolade with a little water and I could get that. It was alchemy. It was potion

making but no one told me about the bleach, about my dark hair needing to lift, to lighten in order

to get that blue. No one told me that the mess of coolade would only run down my scalp, my face,

my neck would stain me blue. Blue is what you taste like. He says still holding me on the twin bed

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