Crayola Catharsis

Sit down at the kitchen table.

Somehow a red marker;

the rose explodes in a fury as

the encounter with your ugly sexist boss

is relived, accepted, purged.

A crimson highlight on the edges of a sun-drenched petal,

and put the red away.

And the daffodil is a sudden gold,

his smile across the office of good morning.

Saturate the frog with brown and green,

Forgive the envy in your eyes at the silken glow of

the woman with the rich boyfriend.

And spend the rest of an hour

relaxing in miles and miles of aquamarine sky.


M.A. Mohanraj

October 28, 1992