Alyson

this is what it must feel like to be a strand of clean hair
this is what it must feel like to be the seed of a lemon
this is what it must feel like to walk dogs in the dark

this is how it is if you are the one drop of yellow in the five drops of blue
this is how it is when you wake yourself up every day just to recite your stories of the world
this is how it is.

it must be hungry to be a palette
it must be paralyzing to be a book
it must be amazing to be the one spam email I accidentally opened this morning. ♦