I collect bones and bottle caps.
A gift, wrapped with care: red trike, from mother to son. “I want the blue one!”
By Kaylie Stenberg3 years ago in Poets
They painted the walls baby blue, unaware that no baby would come.
Neptune, god of seas, drowned the world, erased the shores. Without shores, no seas.
Transfixed by the screens — all of us, stuck in blue light, captives of the glow.
The ocean is blue. Violets and eggplants are too. I am colorblind.
She's yellow. I'm blue. A miracle when we touched: our child: green – life's hue.
Listen up: I'm blue just like Eiffel sixty-five. Ba dee da ba dai
You ate the blue pill. Kinda wish I'd stayed with you. It's lonely out here.
We dyed our hair blue in a world broken by you. Which bothers you more?
A black bruise turned blue. Beaten, but not defeated, he said, "One more round."
Then, he used to sing "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain." Now, I am Blue Eyes.
Why do we breathe when all our lives, bluebirds fly south: free like we can't be?
