“You’re not wearing green,” said the boy, but the girl pointed out the bright ribbon in her hair. Pink flowers and pale green leaves were embroidered there.
“You’re not wearing green,” but this girl had dots of green on each fingernail and she hooked them like claws.
“Not wearing green.” “Yes I am but I ain’t showing you.” He moved on without pause.
“Not green.” The new boy pulled a scab from his hand and bled green goo.
“Please Miss! Tommy’s an alien.”
The teacher smiled, green-eyed, green lipstick, green teeth, and answered the child. “Ah well, so am I.”