blue
I am
Blue
I am bluer than you.
I am canceling out all my other colors
So you can see my blue.
Blue.
Mix up my cyan lungs and magenta bones, crushed and mixed and churned
Or folded over like candy or caramel
And it’ll make
That color that sounds like water.
I used to swim laps, go at night
And go on my back
The water would flood my senses
I would drown out the entire world.
Being utterly alone would make
Me feel more blue than any shade
Ever created since the
Beginning
Of this blue earth,
And I fell in love with the color of my
Sinking restlessness.
My younger sister wrote a poem once,
“The sky is blue, and so are you.”
I’d like to think
She wrote it for me.
Because I imagine myself written in blue,
Pale blue, dark blue
Gleaming indigo,
And the song I was born in, bluesy
And loud,
Blue and brown.
I am blue.
My dreams and my nightmares and my tears and my laughter:
Is all lit up
In blue.
And Regina Spektor sang it too:
“Blue; the most human color,”
And I don’t really say it out loud.
Because it’s me, and I don’t need to say it out loud.(it says it out loud for me)
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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