Paint
I painted my bedroom wall blue.
Then darker blue.
Then also blue-gray.
There is more out there.
They promised.
I painted on a canvas.
There might be nothing out there.
But I try to paint the sunset and sky.
I wonder if those things are still real.
I painted the deck.
I moved all those chairs out of the way.
Until the porch was empty and nothing could get in my way again.
First, I cleaned everything off.
Then a leaf landed on the space I had just cleared.
I painted everything,
Wearing overalls.
I would howl and swirl my paintbrush in water.
Even at night.
There are colors we can’t see.
We just imagine.
I painted my bedroom wall.
Again.
If all the colors disappeared and there was only one-
I think it would be bright green.
Just like the necklace she used to wear.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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