Black Is the New Green by Prithika Acharya

There is an insect on my toe
And I need me a nostalgia repellent.
Pst pst are you listening?

If you say “nothing is permanent,”
I will tell you how I over-water my plant,
In the name of OCD,
Just to call my love evergreen.

I am not supposed to stare every morning,
At those impressions on my bed sheet,
Figuring out if they’re actually mine.
I am not supposed to have this surgery everyday, without a numbing agent.

I shouted in my sleep “black is my favorite color!”
And my mother told me it’s just a phase.
Only if she noticed before,
That my love was always an unmarked grave
And that black is the new green.




Prithika Acharya is a first year student from India. She loves the moon more than the ocean. She draws (not just attention), paints, writes, and reads a lot.

Prithika Acharya

… is a contributing guest author for Germ, which means the following criteria (and then some) have been met: possessor of a fresh, original voice; creator of fresh, original content; genius storyteller; superlative speller; fantastic dancer; expert joke teller; handy with a toolbox; brilliant at parties; loves us as much as we love them.


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