Paint It Black It occurs to me today, black is a color not often
seen in nature, in dying things, sometimes, if they
manage to wither past the lengthy shades of
brown without rotting into oblivion. In charred
sticks, dotted with crumbling white ash, things
that have been through the fire and still exist.
Perhaps this is why black is the color of rebellion,
the unnatural color towards which punk
kids everywhere gravitate. I think of the
times my lover used in class, doing nothing but
drawing entire sheets of paper black.  ¶ 11:17 PM