somatic poems by Valencia

Written after immersing myself in the color pink for 24 hours. Eating some pink food, wearing some pink things, hanging out under pink lights...

                                              

                                                 I want to be

                                                one of those

                                              Rococo clouds--

                                     You push me ‘round the sky          

                                                   to show me a bird’s eye 


                                                 View of Paris.      



the Check  Out Lady
      says
"My, don't you look pretty today!"

I scowl
and want
my black
back.