When I close my eyes, I see burnt umber, fuchsia, and maroon
The colors taught to me by the waxy crayons of childhood—wrapped in paper, rounded points.
When I breathe, minty green flows in and out
Inhale, exhale
The cool drops of the atmosphere.
When I look, I am drawn to reds
Fire engine, brick, classic lipstick hues
The spark of a fire sign, ready to ignite.
But at my fingertips
Are a range of colors to make the rainbow envious
Lacquered bursts of gloss and sparkle
Shifting pigments on display
Accented by silver rings on every finger, the accessories of an eccentric
Or a creative
Open to inspiration, ideas, perspective
Trying to understanding the world with all its shades
And nuance
And making more worlds than my own, with more colors than my own
With each tap of a polished fingertip.
About the Creator
Jordan Gilletti
I like to pretend that I’m a writer.
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