i. monday
white is the color
of regret, an un-
painted bowl left on table
ii. tuesday
i am color-
less sheet of blue static-
-unsent messages
-unfinished thoughts
iii. wednesday
i can eat the sun-
flowers all day, but my
tongue is dragon fruit -
coloring the rain water pink
iv. thursday
it must be the sand
or the sandpipers
how else can my mornings
be joy-struck, bicolored musings of sky
vi.friday
i walk these city streets
and see different shades of color
from skin to hair to eyes-
i do not pretend to be colorblind
your story is different from mine
but it is the same ocean tides that
powers your lungs & mine to go out
there & protest & march-
vii.satuday
i read the
books & albums
as if they sugar candies-
it was sticky with colorful memories
of the past
though its all in black and white
viii.sunday
and what of black?
it is erasure
it is sacrifice
not a color lacking
a seed
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