Red is Green

I was afraid of them evee since I forgot who I was

evee since the demonic micros,

evee since he inflated,

evee since she earned, 

and evee since eveey man named them.

What I waa largessed is red,

waa pics of my cunning grim,

waa dainties in boxes of box,

waa pockets,

waa laughters not mine, 

lied in bottles and skewers,

and clips sneaked from black and white.

I know they are leaving in two flips, so I sag in my siesta,

so I light my phone,

so I lost my dorsal, 

so I heat a sandwich,

so I serve on court,

so I stub my buds,

so masks handed unbundle,

knives of the wind transfix my zipper,

and green light fades.