I’ve been thinking a lot about Cincinnati lately, recalling the first glimpse…
She enters the kitchen the same way
she opens her make-up drawer:
hoping for a mess, so she can begin
scraping food and stacking plates
filing eyeshadow palettes
in the order of the rainbow
an irreversible covenant
she knew by heart when she was six,
when orange, not green, meant jealousy
and blue the gift of the anointing–
the meanings of colors in the bible
are not their meanings in the world.
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