WHAT COLOR YOU ARE WEARING I WILL
remember like i am prey
hiding in the grasses.
a baby boy got
eaten last week and they think
it’s cause his mother was color
blind. to detect
the slightest bend
in hue
is rewarded in nature
with status quo.
how much we give
to stay the same.
and i know about
the hiding. the hunt,
too. how much we want
something is all anything
is about.
even if that something
is to keep breathing,
to stare up at the sky’s blackness
and know what we’ve
ever known.
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Gabrielle Peterson is a Chicago-based writer who has work that has appeared or is forthcoming in The Huffington Post, The Literary Bohemian, Triggerfish Critical Review, and Front Porch.
