She was allergic to blue –
if she looked into his eyes
it brought her out in a rash.
He changed them
only to find that brown
depressed her,
just one glance, she said,
could put her back on Prozac
but when he tried green,
she screamed
because it was unlucky.
At last, he glued up his eyelids
and took her into his arms
but she struggled free,
cried out
that she could never live
without all those dear
sweet intimacies
of eye contact
so taking her at her word
he strangled her.