Vegetarian

there was a time when i was a vegetarian
i would devour only the green or yellow or blue colors of the earth
and oh how i loved orange bursting with the morning sun

but as the chicken marched across my table
i stole her egg and hid it in a safe place for tomorrow's light
and then shooed her away with indignation

i believe it was tuesday, however,
when red, bloody red landed on my plate
and like the sweet mound of brown lying in the summer's heat
my heart melted the moment our eyes met