I tell my friend, the painter, that my favorite color is orange. He says he doesn’t really believe in orange, that it’s just the space between yellow & red. He’s not exactly wrong. Orange was known in olde English as “geoluhread,” meaning yellow-red. It wasn’t until the 16th century that we started calling it orange— and even then, the color was named after the fruit, not the other way around. He says he thought my color would be mustard, I said it’s that too. Carmen says my color is coral with blood. Fitting, light with a price. I’d say my favorite color is exactly that, the whole path from yellow to red. & haven’t we always had to make space? At home in the journey. Something wild between primaries.