You said nothing matters

but i said except for the things that do matter
and you said like what
and I said I can’t think of anything specific
but really all I could think about was the color of my childhood bedroom
Remember the colors of your bedroom at home?
Were they lime green and pink like mine
until I became purple
purple with a shag rug that saw a lot and is a good host.
My kitchen is robins egg blue and scarlet
When i was in third grade my teacher laughed
at me for calling a mini van
cappuccino-colored.
Our airbnb is yellow
My sister is caramel and my dad is Blue
“my baby girl”
said the miso soup he ordered me to Brooklyn.
My sister had a dream that I died so she’s going to order me sushi to Brooklyn
next.
Maybe if I keep dying I’ll keep getting meals sent to my lap
Id like to try it out
Cause my bedroom’s only one color now and it’s red
with dead plants.
If I keep dying
             everyone would just make it
             about themselves
but then that woul is just
me making it about myself
selfish again even in death.
just waiting for the delivery guy to buzz


Genevieve Sachs