swirl

What the hell. Confusion is intoxicating in its various colors. I think today’s color will be blue. Blue for my eyes that close when I wonder what is going on. In my bedroom underneath a lopsided ceiling fan, I lay back on my bed, head on the pillow, and feet dangling off onto the floor. My elbow crooked over my forehead with my hand slackly open. These things are real. They are physical and I can describe them. I could build them with clay if I were so inclined.
I could even paint it blue, for the color of the day.
Because my confusion is blue.