Soft glow on the blank wall, subdued
Mood blankets my five-year-old face
Along with all the toys, rocks, sticks, pennies:
Items carefully placed into the pocket,
Then carelessly removed at the end of the day.
Red:
Makes me sleepy.
I sometimes wear red shirts to work.
I answer the phone and say quite
Politely, “Visitor Parking. This is Gabe.
How may I help you?” in my fancy
Red shirt.
I am
Eye-searing
Mind-blinding
Tongue-twisting
Eardrum-beating
Yellow.
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