What's Your Favourite Colour?

Who’s right

and who’s wrong —

depends entirely

on which pastel shade

is the greater narcissist.

This isn’t a poem

about pastels.

But you already knew that.

Didn’t you?

So what is this poem really about?

War?

Terrorism?

Religion?

Oil crisis?

Global domination?

Economy?

World politics?

What you choose

tells me more about you

than it does about this poem —

tells me where your loyalties lie.

Is this even poetry —

or just a trap

dressed like one?

You’ll never ask.

I’ll never tell.

But one of us

is bleeding.

Band-aid?