in the crayon box

red is the color scribbled all over me when i see injustice that i want to change
red is not passive but loud and demanding to be shown to the world
red is the color of menstruation, it makes an apperance with no advance warning
red is the color of the little guy in my head: anger


orange is the color of brilliant sunrises and sunsets that you catch if you're lucky
orange is tinged with summertime 
orange is clementine, my walker
orange is my family's favorite creamsicle

yellow is the most frequented gal in my head
yellow is the color of joy
yellow is my friends and family, a new favorite show, a horseback riding lesson, taylor swift's music
yellow is our light source, the beautiful sun

green is disgust and envy
green is the people in my past 
green is the lush forests and tress and surface on which dandelions grow
green is my favorite shade of nail polish

blue is the lakes i visit in the summer
blue is a feeling so specific to me
blue is the color of my lucky rock
blue is vast and wide and unnervingly endless

violet is olivia rodrigo
violet is the anxiety that creeps in during hospital visits and people dying
violet is the color of a flower painstakingly painted on canvas
violet is my "i have a crush" color

each one lined up next to each other in neat rows
wax tips gleaming
to anyone they are an artist's tool,
and to me they are a way 
of seeing life through a looking glass

yellow is bright