Blue

Wet asphalt under a clear sky
And a map of the seas
Laid out in puddles on the sidewalk.
I am moonlight shadows.
Standing at the bottom of a glass building
Looking up.

I crushed the crayon wax with my thumb,
Let the ink creep out my pen
And stain the page with spider tentacles
I chewed Mr. Wonka’s magical gum,
Ate a mystery-flavored dum-dum
And stuck out my tongue.
I stood in front of the white house on the corner
In the early morning light,
And waited for you to look out the window slats.

I am frigid fingers
And neon signs that say “Fresh Fish,”
And a beauty-queen sash.
I have lost my tail, again.
I am disappearing in mountains’ fog

But you are color-blind.