Blue.
I had an eight percent chance of blue eyes. Maybe? Something around that number, if I am to believe the Punnett squares I scrawled on dinner napkins or the Polaroid photograph of my grandfather my mother keeps in a shoe box in her closet. There are veins of oxidation splitting the skin of his neck, wobbly lines [...]
White.
What must Rick Astley think of his Internet phenomenon? Had I happened to be him, I’d be somewhat humbled, slightly embarrassed (this is me, blushing, scratching the back of my head for lack of a place to put my frustrated fingers, solving the enigmas written on the ceiling. Yes, they are quite important, indeed, very [...]
Orange.
So Billy Joel’s We Didn’t Start The Fire is on, which I am attempting to memorize along with Yakko’s World. Yes, this is what I do on Saturdays.
My neighbor will be hanging his suits and ties on the communal apartment clothes line outside. I think the shuffle of slippery feet on linoleum and the rumble of elderly [...]
Green.
In between and before classes, I am restless. I am too absorbed in all the wrong things, tripping down stairs, through verbal exchanges. I remember what I really wanted to say much too late, as I’m watching you turn your back to me. I press my thumbs to my temples, hands floundering at the ends [...]
Red.
My hair still has red and gold streaks from last night. There’s an imperceptible but incorrigible ringing in my ears strangely like the instrumentals to The Verve’s “Bitter Sweet Symphony”. I can feel the sugar high linger in my blood stream, shaking off lethargy and giving me an extra spring to my step (in two [...]
Yellow.
There are blue ink stains all over my palms. Somehow I can never keep my fingers, nails, skin clean. I look at the grooves in my hands, colored in shades of cyan and periwinkle, and feel giddy in a strangely primal, capricious manner. The colorimetrically defined complementary color of blue is yellow.
I have a particular [...]
Gray.
I cannot stop sneezing. My hands spread around my face, splayed like starfishes. Before and afterwards I glance almost conspiratorially around the room, in case someone has been witness to my biological, natural, but thoroughly hideous act. I’ll smile, and the next feeling that will bubble up is six-percent-yellow, warm gray.
Slate gray? No, more like [...]
Brown.
There’s a knot behind my throat, and another under my kidneys, interrupting not only my digestion but my mental processes.
I think the conductor of my train of thought is a short, pot-bellied, wild-eyed middle-aged man with corduroy trousers and an apron borrowed from the butcher who directs the chopping, disecting and poking through of my [...]
Purple.
There are spasms of technicolor vomit disrupting my night sky behind me. Fireworks? Never could really understand that pyrotechnic quality inside their creators, never really could see what was beautiful about them.
The house could be empty. It’s dark already. The onset of evening has always made me strangely anxious, even though I like the transformations [...]
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