Dear Blue

Blue blue blue,

I’m growing out of you.

For years I was drawn

to your patient handsomeness and reserve, but to be frank,

you’re boring.

Actually, it’s not you – say it with me now –

it’s me

That seven-year-itch, ya know?

Green’s been whispering sultry things in my ear,

asking me to paint my room with him and such and such.

I’ve taken to wearing him knitted around my neck.

Yellow...

is a little too fucking chipper for my taste.

But Green, oh boy

Green’s got that je ne sais quoi

working his magic

with that Hunter, Harlequin, Myrtle

Mantis, Mint, and

Pistachio.

Green just gets it, you know?

…Or maybe you don’t.

But don’t be so blue, Blue

Like I said, it’s me, not you.

One day you’ll find your true compliment

Plenty of painters would just die to have you cozy up in their backgrounds.

They love how you…um, recede. Perfect for mountains and landscapes and-

Me? I’ll be in the foreground with Green.

Maybe rubbing shoulders with Red, but Red’s always

giving Green the eye

Dancing some striptease soliloquy on all this soul-mate crap

–Practically Shakespearean.

But I don’t worry about her

Green makes sure

that Orange and Yellow always have their round butts

squeezed between him and Red.

He’s reliable like that.

I’m moving on up, Blue

And Green just makes me look so damn good.