You know what? I said. Blue looks good
on me
and my smile may be crooked, but it's real
and when it rains I like to squish my toes
in the mud
and ponder my existence and be an antenna
for inspiration
Because, I said. I'm really starting
to like my split ends
and my ugly feet and all my failures in
calculus
Why? I said. Because, I said.
Blue looks good on me.