Poetry Post #9: Tuesday Anne

Tuesday Anne, I call her
I hold no candles to her burning urgency
She is vivid and couldn’t be any more vivid
when she tells me I am colorblind

If I could touch her, just once,
maybe only then,
would I wake up in the dark
and finally begin.

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