I want to be Purple 2

I want to be Purple
Purple hair.
Purple toes.
Purple inside the nose.
Not hot.
Not cold.
Not lukewarm.
Vibrant like the sun.
Burning with anguish.
Goodbye white teeth
My blood no longer red
I shall hand out paper towels
on street corners
drunk with soberness
Not blue like oppression
Not red like revolution
I want to be victim, dictator and collaborator.
The only part I refuse to play
is observant.
Busy with laziness
I yawn my waking
I want to be purple
Screaming a whisper
Flesh uncovering under fall leaves
Fingers wishing unthinkable.

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2 thoughts on “I want to be Purple

  • Laurie McGarva

    Purple is an age thing. I started out with pink and went to apricot and then to green-blue and then to light lavender and now, I’m into purple. It’s obsessive, right up there with polka dots. Once upon a time, my skin looked lovely in pink. Now, various shapes of purple suit it better. As with polka dots, I’m careful when I wear purple and how much and where. I learned beading this summer because I desperately wanted an amethyst set of earrings, necklace and bracelet. I already had the ring. It set me off. So, yeah, purple.