
when you were a little boy your favorite color was blue
(nailed it)
and when you were a little boy who liked other boys your favorite color was
definitely blue
if anyone asked
but you grow up and they all stop asking
so you start talking
in the mirror
in your
bigness
and it’s just you
and you and
little you
what if-ing towards the light
you take you
for a spin:
nails go red
bleached hair blonde like
how it was when you were little
to see if you forgot something there
in your room blue
meant sad but now it means
water only takes the shape of its container until it can’t
until it rises, overflowing and going
everywhere
it wants



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