Eccentricity is lime colored and shapely.

Bright blue calls to muted pink calls back to orange.

A sing-song of colors gone wrong.

Outline of my imagination restricting without restrictions.

An eye in the corner watches me watch it.

A flair of the grotesque, uneven breasts call attention

To themselves. Promiscuous like its form.

His pairings impair me.

I’m not grounded by them being there.