I am colorblind you know
It is not too hard to live without something you have never known
The fog was heavy and thick- a sharp figure is walking down the side of the street
He  pierces the thick cloud like a thorn/ I imagine how she must see him
His shadow stretching impossibly long against the lamps
I try to imagine life without color
How we must look sitting here
Beneath an infinite amount of stars that are impossibly far away
I watch her shadow as she stands and walks out onto the street
How she must see things
"this is quite a beautiful way to see I think
though most of my friends say...it would **** not to see color."


She spoke of my friend Ben Ezra
Who bought her a cup of tea
She sipped and gagged it down
Feeling something growing inside her
and twisting

Then she told me in words
How the voice inside her
Was speaking so loudly
That it drowned out the car ride
down this same old street
and then she looked
a stop sign was red
and leaves turned green from gray
She looked down at her hands
Colors poured into the car like water around her