Yellow

We had an egg
and named it yellow

sat in the white crisscross goal like
fishnet stockings
and drew with a red marker

slowly our egg
gained some hair
and a smile
a wavering hand
left a triangle nose
(hopefully not to be erased
later on)

slowly my greyness
receded between
the rays of your enthusiasm
as we listed all the names
we could think of
Pace
you suggested
then remembered
that you didn't really like it that much
Milo?
received a resounding no
we searched for girls
names but to no avail

moved on to other things
the color of the room
was quickly decided
we looked down looked up
yellow
simultaneously

one decision we could make in unison
scrambling for a piece of wood to knock on

later on
when i caught you after fifth period
you unzipped a compartment of
your backpack slowly
guilt ridden eyes searching
my expression for a sign of
anger ebbing and flowing
beneath my skin

i shouted with mock horror
as i saw the splintered shell
realized the fate
of our third period project
then kissed you softly
and you knew you were forgiven

(our skin
is harder than
our egg cased child
fractures less easily
even as we are thrown
and fail to be
caught)