Violine Antoine and Yalonda Davidson Green

medium: painting

Synapse

I miss the color green,
its pliable and dewy grace
verdant and sweet like the
first gushing bite of
almost too ripe pear.

Instead,

the ultra viole(n)t diffusion of colors
through internal lenses
filtered through clothes
rags of flesh
pools of thought
sinews of anxiety

How does it feel to be a problem,
he asks,

strangled by the white silken cords of sensation
& interiority
I’m weary
of knowing
exactly
how I feel.

-Yalonda Davidson Green