Hemingway didn’t mention a color.
These are violet. They catch the light
like a cat’s eye in the dark. They are too small
to make me feel
such big things–
as was she, in dream
after fucking dream–
until I stopped sleeping
Is there a scientific name
for an obsession with the imaginary?
Haha, clever joke.
Told by someone without the answer
talk, because Why
do you have to be so dark?