“Blue Kitchen”
You had a paper cup and a crooked smile
I said the bus was never coming
You said then we can wait a while
We painted the kitchen blue
More on your hands than on the wall
And all of it on you
Ten years, and I’d wait again
At any stop in any rain
Marisol, Marisol — come home to the blue
There’s a fingerprint in sky blue by the light switch, by the door
We could paint it over someday, but that’s not what walls are for