Why hello there,

You’ve caught me, purple-handed
green-thumbed
planting tree moss between brows
brown sugar-skinned
streaming sweet tears from laughter
pink-tongued
licking thorns while yelling “Go and Smell the Roses!”
red-eyed
lying in the moon’s craters awake in the night’s flights
charcoal-souled
soothing embers embellishing yet sparing

Mind the Milkyway moodiness
I think in film, see with fashion, speak in song, and live in color
this is my body as much as my body of work.

Go on, explore.