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.