You flick your cigarette in the crystal ashtray, leaning over our tent of off-white European cotton bedsheets, surrounded by your off-white apartment walls, closing offan off-white, chilly, winter sky. All off-white, like the store-brand cream you buy at the supermarket before you pour it in your off-white coffee cup to make sweet caramel cumulus clouds while you read your morning paper...

Meanwhile, I cook you bacon and eggs; a 6 a.m. masterpiece, only to be artfully arranged on your off-white china plates and then masticated between your porcelain, off-white teeth...

After which,i will wash the plates, in the off-white kitchen sink,and wipe them with an off-white dish towel. and my off-white fingertips will smell of the dish detergent and last night's regret... the same regret ou puff away between your cancer-stick drags. you make off-white rings of disgust in your apartment, which is unpainted, unheated, and un-insulated.

to take colors for granted is sin.
The greatest (sin),
oh, to take color for granted.

//off-white.
//12.o2.o7