Imitating B With Pen Lids On Her Fingers (20th March 2024)
B pushed her fingers into the felt tip lids with ease
Mine took more work
Gravity was needed for the green on my thumb
I was surprised that they stayed on
As sometimes we sit on steps
And look for carros of a certain cor
Usually, we start with the usual
Branco, grey, black
Often, one is already in view
Then, red, which rarely takes long
We wait a bit for blue
Yellow and green make us give up
But we watch out while we head home
Even when I walk alone
I find myself spotting shades
And imagine myself informing the girls
Like we’re playing the game live.