That Color on You

That color on you reminds me of my aunt’s lipstick when I was a young girl

It stuck to her teeth and she’d lick it off with one swipe of her tongue

It left an imprint of her lips on the water glasses, like pink fog

That color on you reminds me of my big sister’s shoelaces

She double doggy eared them but they somehow always got loose

One day she tripped on them and busted her lip

She ran into the house with blood on her hands, and it looked like that color on you

It reminds me of a bird whose nest a boy stole in my neighborhood,

and when the bird learned she lost her eggs, she became sad

I tried to feed her worms, but she didn’t move

I opened her mouth, and when I looked inside, her tongue looked like that color on you

Which reminds me of my grandmother’s scarf

It was the most expensive thing she owned, because my father got it for her birthday

She perfumed it and wore it on special occasions, like Sunday mornings when we’d go to church

And she sat me by her side and told me to put my hands together and pray

I closed my eyes to imagine God but all I could see was the pink of my lids

That color on you

Reminds me of the rose bushes that lined my driveway

My big sister and I rubbed the velvety petals between our fingers and placed them between the pages of books

And after some days, we crushed them into potpourri and wrapped them with white mesh and tied them with a string

We wanted the house to smell nice

And maybe my mother would have worn a hue

Like that color on you

 

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