yellow

Gook,
half-erased, is
written at the
bottom of the paper,
the letters
black like the hair of the
crayoned people
drawn above.
maybe their hair
should’ve been
yellow like the face
of the sun with
the too-wide smile
in the top-right corner that
beams its squiggly rays that
still warm every
one.
two
of the figures are taller,
one with
two pigtails and the
other with none, the
third is their child
but all of their faces mirror
the face of the sun, smiling and
yellow.
a dandelion looms over the
three,
far too large,
but it gives them no shade
and the petals seem like
stains on the paper of
white.