Daddy
what’s your favorite color?
My brothers and I sit
around your picture
guessing
just guessing
maybe it’s orange
perhaps green…
I think it’s red
like your gypsy blood
that never let you settle
but I heard rumors
your married with children
I guess the gypsy bled out
lies in stagnant pools…
Say it is red
and I will strip this flesh
from my body
to let you witness the crimson
that pulses beneath
Tell me it’s white
and I will plead
that the pigment in the cracks
of my
skin
in the very
marrow
of my bones
is the purest
white
you will ever find
If it is blue
then you need only look me
in the eyes
clear liquid like the sea
like the tears that flow
cascading water
down my sunken cheeks…
I just don’t want to seem
Invisible
I just want you to see me daddy
I want you to see
that I’m
your favorite color