you sense my hesitation.
- good.

This is the color of DREAM

we are children, unseeing
we open our eye
unlocking the verse and meter
of the universe.

This is the color of FORGET

it is here
look closer.
this is the color

This is the color of SAD

baby girl, club-footed
opens her eyes.
pressed between hot sun
and rough mountain
welcomed to the world
by no one.

This is the color of GREED

whatever is written here
it is not enough.

This is the color of LOVE

one plump drop
sneaks from a fang.

This is the color of DREAMS

one by one
we close our eyes
no longer children.

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I hummed and beeped at my master, but he did not listen. He pounds on my keys furiously, typing out insubstantial things, ebmeding himself in the abstract.

I creak and moan. I shout to him, “Go outside! Go play! It’s too nice to sit here all day!”

He doesn’t hear, just continues typing.

I shrug my shoulders.

I am Wednesday.

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