By Catherine Moscatt
Artwork by Sloane Adler
I’m in love with a boy
Who has purple dreams
That smell like grape, that wrap you in a haze as warm as a hug, that stick to you so tightly you’ll have to peel the purple film off your skin
Once you get home
No quiet lavender
No meek violet
His shade of purple is a loud clap of thunder
An angry response at the way his family loved him and broke him and I’m here to fix him but sometimes I get too lost in the purple mess, a purple maze
Dead ends mock me as I trudge through purple mud
And I still
Haven’t reached the center
Or maybe there isn’t one?
Purple is all he’s ever known
It’s ingrained, familiar, like hearing his mom cry at night
Since he met me he says he sees differently
Did you know the sky is bathed in pink and orange at sunset? The ocean an everlasting blue?
Purple is no longer all consuming
We’ve made it through that maze
I’m in love with a boy
Who has dreams…purple, red, blue, green
I will do anything
To make them come true
