"I Painted My Toenails Red"

I painted my toenails red.

​I painted my toenails red to match the color of my fingernails.

I don't even like the color red.

But fancy ladies in those fancy magazines 

On the table at the dentist's office--

And yes, Mommy, I'll stop eating sweets--

They wear the color

Like it isn't a color,

​Like it means something.

There must be something to the color red. 

Well.

Every time I look down at my nails,

I see the firetruck red of the crayons 

I used today in class,

I see the red of the little girl's hat

On the cover of the book

The Librarian read to us,

Us huddled in a circle

In hushed voices

Like we were sharing secrets

The adults couldn't know. 

No.

I like the color blue. 

Blue is the color of the sky above me,

The color of the sea below me,

Blue is the color of my eyes, of my books, 

Of the light of the projector,

Of the markers for the whiteboard

That always seem to be lost.

Maybe I will paint my toenails blue tomorrow,

That is, if I can discover,

How to wash the red away.