Green

The days give themselves to us like babies’ eyes,

Wide-open and ready for nothing

They give themselves but we don’t notice, we are occupied

Occupying camps of worry and sponges,

Completely absorbed in ourselves

And what I feel is how I paint my day, today I hated what I was wearing

And went looking for a friend,

Looking only slightly at you,

Waving my pinky finger,

Actually not moving it but inside its little skin,

I was waving it,

Like a big red FLAG… you saw it, I guess-

And you came and helped me pull my wet shirt over my head

“Let’s get this off,” you said

And even though I said nothing, I made you my mother then.

You hold me just by your presence, making me lighter

I am swimming in a trough,

Through sludge and poisonous scum

I am drinking too much wine as I sleep,

Putting on clothes I should throw out,

Looking under the same shelf fifty times for the same pea,

I’m hungry and I can’t eat because my mouth is full of weeds

But when I look up from my decorated mess and I see you,

I know I will make it out because

You are green.