Blue and yellow

I think,

I dream

in blue

and yellow.

And you have

swerved,

twisted,

looping and

looping so

much that

you are

green.

Amazed

you have

molded me

a new color,

and sad

you aren’t

here for

me to tell.

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Pods and Time

Walnuts, green

balls, pods

smooshed

in the ground,

the smell of

your fathers

backyard, of

that one place

where you

had that scratchy

cat blanket.

I don’t even

like cats.

I don’t even

feel any

different.

I don’t even

My thumb

slices into

the green

skin, the

smell growing

stronger.

And as my

nails dissect

the pod

I feel

ageless,

safe in

my fathers

backyard,

that one

place

with the

scratchy cat

blanket.

I wanted to

I wanted

to perserve

you like a

scent,

capture you

in a pretty

bottle and

let the sunlight

shine through

you on my

windowsill,

I now know

you could never

be contained,

and why

would you

want to?