Red and Yellow

With the strike of a bat
the piñata rained candies
and they dove for them
greedy grubby hands
snatching the sugar away
when in the corner I found
a yellow lollipop
half-smashed by an eager shoe;
lemon or butterscotch.
When I bent to claim it
a Perfect girl with butterscotch hair
and mint-blue eyes
approached,
a red lollipop
in her clutch,
a scowl on her lips.
That’s dirty she snapped;
how she glared at me
like I was dirty blood
how she loomed above me,
tainted blood
You’re dirty, she said
to my licorice head
stranded in a lemon sea.
I ached to shatter
her red lollipop to shards
that would lodge into
her Perfect mint-blue eyes
and bleed the vanity out of them.