Because I’m drinking a glass of Malbec and celebrating another milestone in my poetry manuscript’s life–printed out, in order, with section titles!–I offer this poem by yours truly, while it still applies.
COLOUR OF THE YEAR, 2015
by Julie Paul
People, here’s the deal:
the colour lord has announced
what’s what.
Pantone Corporation
says Marsala: a hearty
yet stylish tone.
Straight out of
the wine glass
and onto the palette,
it turns to rust and milk,
dried baloney,
a face, no oxygen.
The liver, faded.
The heart, deprived.
No matter. Welcome
the colour into the fold.
Invite Marsala to slide
‘neath the silverware,
under your jeans, right
next to your delicate parts.
Slip it between your legs
until it turns rosy, feel the love
burst—a million times better—
all over your belly.
And that skin colour of yours.
It’s so last year, am I right?
So passé, so very
nearly
obsolete.
