pink.

it is parents weekend here at some liberal arts school.
there are more parents than students.
they get really excited in the dining hall:
"amazing! they can make you an omelet!!!"
"grapefruit! wow!"
"look at those vegetables! they're so green!"

also, they walk around outside, meandering until they bump into their child.
in doing so, they wander by my window.
in doing so, they look in my window.
in doing so, they see me changing.
"hey someone's parents! yeah, this is my new bra, pretty awkward right? that you're seeing me change?"

then they sort of scurry away with wide eyes, probably remembering their own college days and wondering where i got such a sweet pink bra.
sometimes i live in a fishbowl.
other times i live in a wooden box.