Nothing makes me happier than a night full of cuddling.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
Had my supervisor meeting last night.
And it made me feel extremely proud. She said that she’s so happy that I’m at the school, I’m quick to learn, I jumped right in with both feet. She’s glad that I feel comfortable and follow the guidelines well, so much that she doesn’t need to follow me around to make sure I do everything right. She’s just really happy that I’m enjoying work and that girls respect me.
Granted, she’s my boyfriend’s mother. But we have a really good work relationship and I just like being able to make others happy with my work ethic.