Gabrielle Galchen
Don’t See Colors
Dear Greenhouse Gas,
I thought I’d like you because you saw no colors;
you seeped black, brown and white out from every postcard
snake hissing poison till you’re full from my blood.
You’re color-blind and I gotta tell you:
like the perfect storm, you do your job well.
You taint the golden state red as
enraged candles flare to fire.
Eyes spot skin into red lumps
to match your foggy green blanket;
trapped in the melting trees
a little girl in a white shirt stands still,
clouded in a smoky halo.
They say that their Christian angels void you
and you’re just a Chinese fairytale;
you exhale like a dragon and vomit fire
because you know that your scales will never sizzle;
Sizzling
as I cook food in my head,
because even my tears no longer soften the dry ground that hogs unborn seeds,
seething against angry hot rays,
ebbing its drink away.
They swim under this stolen water
so that they don’t have to hear coughing
that has become the symphony to every neighborhood’s dirge,
or smell smoke from miracle metal twisting into your sword.
They bar this secret under a factory’s locks so that it escapes them,
joins you to entrap them and spit out their delusion
that decorating a snowman trims away
“global warming” problems.
They lick glinting nothings in the ground to fuel their pity-cars
over the blaring pop-culture of Sandy’s and Maria’s.
They sing out from their window that
this isn’t their problem,
because even Katy Perry’s song is into weather
that is “hot and then cold,”
because they’ll die before their cars crash into floods
that match their eyes,
because on their windshield they draw dust into diaries
that tell a reality only their kids will have to read.
One day,
that little girl with sunken yellow-rimmed eyes leaves her school desk empty.
This doesn’t hit them close to home,
but she’s not too far away.
Droughts mean that now her family needs her help too;
two degrees warmer in the past couple centuries
and when everyone darker than your sunny accomplice suffers,
it’s obvious that though you don’t see colors
you never cared that they
do,
that we do.