Category: Color Pieces
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White
Maybe you didn’t want to hurt me. I think that’s why you lied. At first the lies were white, wispy. An outline of butterfly wings. “I’m working late.” And I’m sure you were, at least at first. Carrying heavy glass all day was taxing, your back ached, a lump grew on your right knee. Better…
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Indigo
Indigo Summer. Warm nights clouded in a rich haze. Not quite purple, not quite blue. Embers in the grass, my feet too. Lying below the night sky, spread above me like a picnic blanket. I exhale and watch the stream of smoke leaving my mouth, a purple cloud. The weed hits and I absorb the…
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Orange
I found a bar of soap that smelled of her. It teleported me from the Whole Foods produce section to getting ready in her bathroom. Pink shag carpet, fuzzy grass around my ankles. A boot made of heavy metal in the corner. I used to imagine crawling inside of it when I was younger. “Come…
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Blue
Blue was the color of the town I grew up in. In December the entire town became coated in it. A pale blue, a warm blue that hung in a string around the belly of a Christmas tree. Under the gas station sign, the snow turned a florescent blue. The buzzing bulb reflected on the…
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Lawn Green
I wake on a stranger’s front lawn. This is low, even for me. I think as I wiggle my feet in the grass. They say it’s called rock-bottom, but what about lawn-bottom? I consider laughing at myself, but feel my head split in two, chopped wood from too many whiskeys. I sit up, the sun…
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Yellow
“Did you dim the lights?” “No, I’ve been sitting right here, where you left me.” He says, pointing to his stacked feet lying on the olive ottoman. “I mean, someone dimmed the lights in here. When I left, I could read every word on the page of my book. Now look, I can’t see a…
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Red
Remember my red nails all over you? Slipping your shirt from your head, messy hair. Your rib cage large, my fingers feeling in between their cracks, searching for something red and beating. I never found it, and neither did you. You wore a red sweatshirt that entire winter. I think you wanted to show you…
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Emerald
Stubborn. I can see it in her eyes when she’s made up her mind. They are firm, almost terrifying. She wins again and it infuriates me and yet, I am proud of her. She’s become so independent, sometimes her lack of desire for connection or love for that matter, surprises me. But I never forget…
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Navy
The shadow beneath your arm bent in a crook. Angled, in thought. You’re quiet, as you are when you’re lost in an idea. I would give anything to be inside your mind. Walking through the gray creases, putting my hand inside, wet, and cool, to see what I’d find. Something deep, smooth, a hint of…
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