yellow is my favorite color

It’s a bottle of grenadine - sweet like spring.

It tastes like the cherry soda they serve at Goolrick’s.

Downtown. We were 21, walking through the cemetery.

It was Wednesday.

Me and Sean and Carolyn and Courtney.

We talked about picking out plots there to be buried together

in the least morbid way you can talk about death.

The sun still shines brightly, casts yellow rays upon us.

We are still alive, so alive, more alive than yesterday.

Downtown. we browsed the antique shops, picked out dresses for imaginary occasions.

I bought that seashell purse.

It’s black and beaded.

We took the long way home, didn’t go through the cemetery.

I think I wore yellow that day.