30 Days of Poetry: Personified Color

Blue Dogs

Blue is the color of my daughter's fingers as she smashes blueberries between the tips and into her mouth.

Blue is the color of my Baba's eyeshadow as she puts on stage makeup to sing folk songs to barflies.

Blue is the color of my favorite bruise, from sliding into home plate. It never healed right but we won the game.

Blue is the color of my tears, when I miss you.

Blue is the color of my hips when I see you.

Blue is the color of my tongue from 90's bubble gum. I paid a dollar at the Fast Stop.

Blue is the color of the first fish my grandpa taught me to clean. "Give his head a good solid whack and put him out of his misery he said."

Blue is the color of my blood when I am most alive.

Blue is the color my Weimaraner dog. She ended her life in red.

Blue is the color of my mom's first American car. She sold it to a Russian immigrant for $100.

Blue is the color of my arm where they found all the black.

Blue is the Pacific Ocean cradling Okinawa, where I am most at home.

Blue is the color of my life with severe depression.

Blue is the color.