questioning

I want to change colors like the bridge in the Rivermarket. Changes colors like 2 stones. being thrown into a. puddle that moves. that changes like an eye. blink. New color. Purple white pink magenta. blink.

like it’s okay to turn red and go back to pink like. maybe we didn’t know red/pink/blue felt this way like. maybe I wanted to just be light. like maybe you shouldn’t look so hard. like I don’t know. I want to change colors like I don’t know which color I’ll pick next [because I don’t.]

I’ve been staring at this bridge and I still don’t know what order the colors come. I know the air feels nice.

I see a bush that looks like a seahorse. the river water helps me conjure the beach. and a man who tastes like sugar cane. like soft, brown syrup. I want to make a daisy chain out of these

little white flowers. not daisies at all. but still good.

(Written May 21, 2018)