my first favorite color was red; i wanted to be an astronaut
the apple didn't fall far from the tree
a forbidden fruit
i ate what was left
one summer afternoon
a double popsicle broken not quite in two
cherry flavored
heraldic achievement of existence
unique to the armiger, a coat of arms
we didn't even have arms
could i have even pulled you off that cliff?
could i have ever held you close?
my first favorite color was red; i wanted to be an astronaut
it's time for lift-off,
i would have said
i place a flagpole between the earth-rock
waving a missing person's poster of something abstract
the picture all in one hue
was there not enough space for me and you?
my first favorite color was red; i wanted to be an astronaut
lucky little ladybug
a tragedian's play
the curtains fall early; there was a no-show
amidst bath bombs
submerged in glossy lukewarm red and glitter
contemplating embryo embargo;
contemplating the possibility
that someone could've helped me through this
the projection of a matador
i am seeing red
and i wonder how it all would go if you were here instead.