Love in Color
by Jasmine Edwards
He drank blue PowerAde,
and he drove a black car.
The football team put him in green and yellow,
and his favorite beer was red.
Maybe that’s why he loved those colors so much—
familiar. Like his hand around my waist
as he paraded me about, his golden queen.
Like my wide white smile.
And then it’s porcelain foundation,
orange turtlenecks,
anything brighter than the bruises
or the grey memory of his hands around my throat.
I popped pink bubblegum,
and ignored my purple ribs.
I said I’ve got a rainbow love,
and isn’t that a dream come true?
I think it is.
I said I’ve got a rainbow love,
and isn’t that a dream come true?
I hope it is.