YELLOW

I’d like to see the first raindrop, first
snowflake to fall on the earth.  They
should not be forgotten.  Like trying to devour
old people.  What useless little things.
But I really shouldn’t complain.
What if they’re still being recycled?
Wrinkles.  No, just not sanitary.
It cramps, and my bones ache against each other.
My father’s desperation.  Those plastic
covers on the plates.  I am always tired
by the end.  Thanks a lot.
Who was the first victim?  Yellow walls.
I like it, but I don’t.  A texture
that I can’t understand.  More than angry.
What a cruel, cruel god.  But I have no right.
 

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