Cerulean, My Yellow
Teeth that click / they chatter / some with gaps / and with none / yellow, smooth / clean and nude. Breezes fill / crushed like rock / mint that’s sweet / never break / steady touch / only laughs. Ashen smile / hot, white tip / this is first / heat may build / shared but split / hands can’t grip. But look up / clouds and stars / scintillant / the dark blinds / never end / chest feels small. Circle back / gain once more / sever bonds / lost again / in the void / I can’t see. I can’t breathe.
Cerulean, My Yellow is an experimental short film based on a poem written about one of my happiest, yet frustrating, memories. Set in the format of a monologue, the poem is recited through improvisation based on the original text above.
digital (1080p), color, 2:49
Marble Falls, Texas