I was born yellow.
Like the bones of a dinosaur
dug up and studied
piece by piece.
Here you can see:
he was an herbivore
he ran slower than the others
he probably swam
he smells like ancient smoke and dust
he was a coward.
I honor this mustard-colored fossil
each year on my birthday
commiserate his fate
knowing my life will end in a blaze of sun also.
And that I am a coward, too.
