Study in Pink
It's not called baby pink. For a quinceanera dress, it's called champagne.
It will finally be thrown out in a pandemic.
The cherry-blossom tea box sits next to a bottle of untouched strawberry Smirnoff.
Strawberry-and-cream oatmeal blends to a bitter coffee.
When getting your first pap smear alone, focus on the faded red marker on the whiteboard.
Not the ice-cream scooper like an abandoned ship in the Atlantic.
I hold a bouquet of bleeding hearts
for the Dora-haircut-wearing girl who once danced with street Huskies
but was never allowed to dance again once she bled.
