Sunday June 25, 2017
I think about her as a colour when she leaves my house,
what is blue doing now? What is blue wondering about.
Blue stops at all the green grocers hunting down
the perfect avocado. Blue is making guacomole to celebrate
her new job. Blue is picking away plaque resting behind her bottom
teeth. She cries in blue. She laughs. She takes a bath in blue.
She paints the bed blue when she lays on it. She sleeps.
Dreaming blue dreams. Dreaming in blue after blue after blue.
I watch her kiss every surface she passes as if blessing the town
blue. Turning into melt.