• m.decapua

Poem: I Told My Mother

Updated: Nov 1, 2018

I want to live

in a bright pink house,

with gardens on the sides.

With bay windows

and great skylights to

fill my space with light.

She shook her head, assured me

that pink houses are just

not the way the world works,

that maybe my shutters

can be dipped in violet

and maybe ivy

will wind its way up the walls,

but a bright pink building?

People will stare.

Fast-forward fifteen

years and I

think back on these words,

pulling a brush through

magenta hair. This body

is the only home I have

but the dye

that stains my skull like

strawberry syrup, the ink

planted like vines

crawling up my arms,

paint me

a bubblegum building,

gardens on the sides.

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