what's it about?

it was supposed to be about kelly and me.
she'd come home while i'm doing something,
maybe staring at the starts in the window,
talking to them,
fingering them;
she'd tilt her head and look cartoon-y.

but it is later when she steps into the hall and i am cleaning out the catbox,
when we are talking about color,
which kelly doesn't believe in
she says, sometimes.

'i was reading about visual perception yesterday.
cezanne, he ignored the lines separating things.
he'd just use color.'

there should be a plant in the kitchen again.
it can serve as evidence that the sun has been here.

i am anxious.

it's actually about jared, i have come to learn.
he just got a bad haircut.
he climbed the tree outside work,
and ate a burrito.

i climbed into the tree with him and asked
'if someone could see outside the visual color spectrum,
would they see more colors?'

he says that's like asking if a tree falls in the woods,
does it make a sound?

'it makes waves,' I say.

it is when he explains to me why men are more likely to be colorblind
that i am surprised how delighted i am
by a bad haircut.