Blueberry Blue
At sixteen I lay on the floor of my closet. I listened to music that reminded me of him. I ate salad and danced alone in there. Imagining. My eyes were bright blue blueberries, my mother told me no one was perfect, the salad of my hair spilled out of my crocheted hats. My secret closet life. Making blueberry pancakes while thinking about his body, about the world that was perfect with him in it, the world he made ripe.
At sixteen, living in my closet, thinking of him next to my music.
At sixteen, the world said nothing bloomed for long.
At sixteen, blooming. Because he could swallow me whole.
About the Author: Meg Pokrass is the author of five flash fiction collections and a book of prose poetry, Cellulose Pajamas, for which she received the Blue Light Book Award. Her work has been widely internationally anthologized, most recently in New Micro (W.W. Norton & Co., 2018), Flash Fiction International (W.W. Norton & Co., 2015) and The Best Small Fictions 2018, 2019. She serves as Founding Co-Editor of Best Microfiction 2020 and teaches flash fiction online and in person.
Image Credit: Detail from the cover of “Rayner’s Berry Book” courtesy of The Biodiversity Heritage Library, Creative Commons 2.0
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