Regarding Chips And Swatches - Poem by Cailey Martin
Redecorating your room is like deciding
who you are going to be for the next
several years. I suppose white is always
fine... but that’s all. And you are more
than fine. So here we are.
You soak up the daisy butter melting
from ceiling fans in August swelter
weather, but only until the azure of brilliant
Gatorade quenches your thirst for open
sky. You’ll want to spend the night
enshrouded in merengue-clouds, but then
a glowing orb will crack the horizon
into bits of glass and any supposed
wishes you had will splinter, outgrown.
Then you’ll long for mossy verde, and violet
happenings and the pink of blushing
cheeks. You’ll grow so full and kaleidoscopic
that I’ll see right through to the other side.
At last you’ll settle on a crystal prism because
sometimes rainbow is the safest choice.
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