In Search of Technicolor

In Search of Technicolor

streets are always cold

she can’t rightly explain 

why she does this

at least once a week

forces herself onto a world

that painfully obviously 

is oblivious if not

outright hostile 

to her existence

the faces blank her

or at best look away

in a misplaced courteousness

trying their hardest

to mask their contempt

she feels slow in these moments

and it’s not like the

downtown moonlight reflecting off

the glistening sidewalk puddles

kind of slow motion

not anything like

childhood movies promised

but still she does this

because despite everything she knows

everything life has taught her to be true

she wants to believe

the there is life

in the midnight atmosphere

Author: James Benger

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