“transhumance”

we are not names-
not numbers-
just colors.
i am purple.
darren- fuschia, hillary- lemon yellow-
we are valued for the red
that flows in our veins-
we are here for the green
offered in exchange.
green rewards for red days-
i can write poems and fill a stage-
these things are worthless-
i pay red for the green for the privilege.
beige walls and flourescent lights-
these things are the stage tonight-
needles are the poetry.