My father came home
with a tube of blue
for me.
Dark as half-past midnight,
but when purified,
as clear as the sky
and babies' bright eyes.
I warmed it between my
welcoming palms,
marveling at the thick, round
tube that, when squeezed, would come
opaque oceans
dazzling eyes
mermaid hair
and dragon scales.
Yet this same wonder
held
monster claws
Yeti fur
vampire skin
and hot ice.
It was so
dangerously beautiful
my hands hesitated
to curl its delicate fingers
around this mysterious magic.
But then, I remembered,
I hadn’t unscrewed it.
So, consider this:
There is a pthalo
to every robin's egg,
An indigo
to every turquoise.
Consider this:
Even the most righteous fall.
Trust no one.
Make no friends.
Love none except yourself.
Never dream.
Never dare.
This ode has just taught you
how to
live life
a sealed
tube of blue.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
My father came home
with a tube of blue
for me.
Dark as half-past midnight,
but when purified,
as clear as the sky
and babies' bright eyes.
I warmed it between my
welcoming palms,
marveling at the thick, round
tube that, when squeezed, would come
opaque oceans
dazzling eyes
mermaid hair
and dragon scales.
Yet this same wonder
held
monster claws
Yeti fur
vampire skin
and hot ice.
It was so
dangerously beautiful
my hands hesitated
to curl its delicate fingers
around this mysterious magic.
But then, I remembered,
I hadn’t unscrewed it.
So, consider this:
There is a pthalo
to every robin's egg,
An indigo
to every turquoise.
Consider this:
Even the most righteous fall.
Trust no one.
Make no friends.
Love none except yourself.
Never dream.
Never dare.
This ode has just taught you
how to
live life
a sealed
tube of blue.
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