Brown

She tells me brown is not a real color, that the art teacher told her brown is an aberration, a mistake of the eyes. I move to say something but everything I come up with feels wrong, and so remain silent, her eyes still on me, with a look I now feel is trying to correct me.









José Angel Araguz is a 2014 Canto Mundo fellow. He has had poems recently in Rattle and RHINO as well as forthcoming flash fiction in NANO Fiction and Pretty Owl Poetry. He is presently pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing at the University of Cincinnati. thefridayinfluence.wordpress.com



You can see another short piece by him in Issue 2.4 and Issue 2.3