Fav Color
by Rachel Michelle Collier
— Change your pants, said her auntie, sighing.
— Black is cool, I look cool though, Dancey spoke.
— I don’t care, change your pants, put some bright ones on,
hurry up, now we’re late, now we’re late.
: (
Late is cool, we’ll look cool, Dancey almost said —
— Don’t you dare, don’t you say it, her auntie warned.
Dancey changed into jeans, tiptoed past her aunt,
eased into the car,
strapped her seatbelt on,
(auntie didn’t glance),
as she thought, Bright is boooo, late is cool.
: /
— We are here. Make some friends. And try to smile this time?
Dancey slunk out the car … cowered by her door …
— You wore black, didn’t you –? all black anyway!
Dancey whispered, — Black is cool! I look cool though, right???
: |
— Punishment for a week, said her aunt,
You will clean the whole house, and you’ll cook.
Hmmm … Mop. Rubber boots. Rubber gloves. Apron. Broom.
Ours are black! I’ll take selfies! I’ll look cool, Dancey thought,
I’ll look cool.
; )
About the Poet
Rachel Michelle Collier is from Mississippi, and has been published in Heart of Flesh Literary Journal (the sister-site of Pure in Heart), Fathom Mag, Ekstasis, and The Dirigible Balloon. She wants you to know that you are loved. X: @CollierRachelM
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