SurRouNd

when I was young
Colors had Faces
letters had genDers
And spoons
Never got along with the forks

now
Now my emotions
Have feelings too
And when my pen
spills out
numbers
they tell me their life stories

4
Is my favorite number
Because she knows what it is like
To be told who she is
And 9
Will always be my CAMpfire villain
My water bottle Is a she
And she
Does not much care for tulips or birds
My pillow
Is a diVa
Who never gets her way

Months are Never just Days
days
Are slightly more than just dates
And when I spell out their names
Their letters greet each other i n d i v i d u a l l y
Before becoming the word as a whole

So

sO
So

So who am I to say I am never Alone
When every pEtal on my bedspread
Never Fails
To welcome me home

red like deceit in the streets betrayal glimpsed through reflections

Red
my darling, my dear
put away your jealous ways

tidy up your vanity
cap the cup from which your bitterness flows

Red
my sweet, my baby
the happiness of others does not
signify
the loss of your own

Red
my blossom, my dove
put your fear away
allow your heart to love

B L U E

a day of blue

is a day like any other

a day of blue
is a day

when night creeps into the sky

a day of blue
is an evening of red

and

and an evening of scarlet
bleeds eternally white