What is yellow is now blue. And what is blue is now
water is now rain, a puddle, a black shoe. Tell me nothing
can change. All things change. The flower in my hand
is a bird, a sparrow, a gray sparrow, a stone.
There is no logic really. The apple becomes a starfish,
the bell a glass of wine.

What well always have becomes something we lost,
becomes something we want, becomes sadness.
There is a better ending. Now the wine has turned.
Your body holds like a stone inside its light, its yellow.

Kimberly Grey is a poet, living and writing in New Jersey. She holds a B.A. in Literature from The Richard Stockton College of NJ and an MFA in Poetry from Adelphi University. She was the recipient of the 2008 and the 2009 Don Axinn Award in Poetry as well as the 2006 Michael Lanza Prize. She has taught Creative Writing Workshops for Groundworks for Success in Brooklyn, NY, as well as Poetry workshops for high school students in New York and New Jersey. Her first manuscript entitled The Opposite of Robot is Light is near completion. You can find her work in the upcoming issue of Dearsir, []. (

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