Another sort of yellow, a prose poem by Courtney Hitson

Another sort of yellow, a prose poem by Courtney Hitson

Another sort of yellow

As if a baby carriage’s canopy saturated in sun. As if yellow were a ruffian. As if Helvetica repackaged into paint-tubes. As if the yellow elixir of personhood I let stale in grief’s fridge. As if the depth my father’s absence affixed to each moment. As if a harvest moon leaked through a spigot. As if the unuttered yellow relief of a finality. As if amber crosshatched with neon. As if the persona formed by gold’s pseudonym. As if pollen could foam. As if a yellow truth began to thaw murky. As if yellow time-traveled and grew fond of its insignificance. As if a golden velvet’s creamy plush. As if your alternate endings lined up in heats to race towards never. As if your smallness in the universe took shelter in a yellow tent. 

Originally hailing from central Indiana, Courtney Hitson now lives in Key West and teaches English at the College of the Florida Keys. She currently has work forthcoming in Allium, Sky Island Journal, and Potomac Review. Outside of writing, she enjoys drawing, freestyle unicycling, and philosophy.