yellow

I’m thankful for days when people say things like,
“open your window if you need fresh air”

It’s not often that I remember the wind
more commonly, I remember all the reasons
that make me want to die
but in seasons, I’m offered an out
to be covered yellow by pollen
and transform into my favorite thing
a color wrapped in light,
speckled in a dreamscape,
passing through a recovered memory

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