THE AVERAGE OF BOTH MY HANDS
starting now I am going to try
to become the average of every conversation
a friend tells me
that purple isn’t a real color
that it’s just our brains unable to decide
if what we’re seeing is red or blue
I would like to become
the concept of purple, that is,
I want to become the composite
of other things that your brain
tricks your eyes into seeing
I want to build dreams
with both my hands
and I want to get up
in my purple body
with my palette of people
and ask the sky questions
even though it’s far too tall to hear
like are all colors ghosts
and is there more between us than sound
and it will send the wind as an answer
you can just tell
POEM FOR THE OCEANS
metallic gel pen the color of the ocean
ocean as its own dimension
space time ocean
a current, a unit of measurement
an ocean away
an hour
liquid space
if the sky could reflect the ocean
the way the ocean reflects the sky
Rachelle Toarmino (b.1990) lives in Buffalo, NY. Her writing has appeared in Metatron, Alien She Zine and PressBoardPress. She tweets @rchlltrmn.