I like to think that it’s coincidence —
that my eyes were conceived as
what turned out to be
my favorite color.

The color of my keurig
and my bamboo
and my bedspread
and my shirt.

The one that makes me think of money,
and then immediately the deadly sins:
greed (for more green)
and envy (she’s green with it).

The hue that signals “go”
and “luck.”

The color of newness.
The color of growth.

The additive primary from which
other colors spring forth.

(The line between coincidence
and narcissism
might be a thin, green one.)


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