I Am Polychromatic
I am sky blue:
The enticingly flaky polish that
My restless nails mutilated
In an anxious fit of obligation.
I am beige:
The monochromatic homes across
This Levitt-Town that I
Discontentedly occupy.
I am crimson:
The glossy hollow wooden frame
With quivering strings
My calloused fingers press to sing.
I am yellow:
The four walls overwhelmed with posters
Inside I hide
Pretending I’m in 1969.
This poem is about:
Me