Kiana Dolam

         I ate cotton candy flavored ice cream for you.
                                                             Sticky and sickly sweet goop,

                        mixed with Blue No.1 and Red 40 pigment
To create this alien like neon blue that hurts my eyes to look at.

The
           Sight
                         Of
                                  It
                                                            Made
                                                            Me
                                                            Sea Sick.

                                  Consuming cheap oil paints, it stained my tongue a highlighter
                                                                                                                                              blue.
Like I had licked the stained glass of a church window that depicted the sky.

            Maybe that’s what it’s made of,
            Holy glass and highlighter juice.

             I let you pick the flavor,

                         and you said that was your favorite.

In the moment, that too was my favorite.
                                                         I liked it because it reminded me of you.

                                                           But now it makes me ill.
                      Sweet, but artificial,

                      A blue
                      that is known to stain and leave a mark. Hard to wash out.

Unless I drank turpentine.


I pick red poppies over the blue forget me nots.

                        Strawberry ice cream doesn’t stain the tongue, but you were allergic.

                                                                                            I no longer like the color blue.