“Every time you name yourself, you name someone else.”
― Bertolt Brecht

I once knew a girl called Marigold, I met another—

Fawn. I had a crush named Sage. If I had rolled

the color wheel I’d not have picked out Gray, or Slate,

or Steel as my own. I can’t with Scarlet, shame does

damage. Rage is red and blue is cold as trenches. White

brings grief. The mask you wear it’s said you will become.

Green has never been an easy hue. Because it lives. Of

our paltry spectrum though—it is the tone that’s taught

me most to be and how to leave. When I lose all cool

and finally fall, rest assured I’ll set the world on fire.