like gravy on mashed
potatoes. Coated in the sauce
swimming on and around
I was lost. Drowning out

my light, covered in
a blanket of white laying over
me. I turned ash from green, hitting
a deep freeze. Like brown leaves
in autumn choking my velvet

bottom. At first, he was cool
and sweet like whipped cream
on a sundae. I dived into
his dish like an Olympic gold

medalist. But seasons change, and
with it, purple rain. A clouded sky of pink
elephants marching by. Now I’m a wispy
willow smothered in a drink and pillow.