If I Were

Untitled (1968) by Rothko

If I were

If I were a month, I'd be mid-July when seawater meets a desert wind
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Thursdays
If I were a time of day, I'd be the dead-man's hour between two and four AM
If I were a planet, I'd be Pluto
If I were an animal, I'd be a chinchilla

If I were a direction, I'd be left as all hell
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be an old leather reading chair
If I were a liquid, I'd be Mexican Coke
If I were a gemstone, I'd be a blood-red ruby
If I were a tree, I'd be the tallest sequoia along the coastal mountain-range

If I were a tool, I'd be duct-tape
If I were a flower, I'd be the Bakawali flower that only blooms once in a year
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be a sunny-day with white clouds like pillows
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a rust-stained saxophone
If I were a color, I'd be darkest blue

If I were an emotion, I'd be melancholic
If I were a fruit, I'd be pre-ripe plums, with a sweet-and-sour taste
If I were a sound, I'd be a susurrus 
If I were an element, I'd be water
If I were a car, I'd be a 1969 Camaro ZL1

If I were a food, I'd be California sushi
If I were a place, I'd be an old arcade next to a new bar
If I were a material, I'd be poly-cotton fibers
If I were a taste, I'd be orange-juice just after brushing your teeth
If I were a scent, I'd be sex-panther on sandalwood and ocean breeze
If I were a sound, I’d be lofi punk hop covering a jazz blues
If I were a sight, I’d be Bruegel on Doré in a 90’s anime

If I were anything, I’d be something
Else
I’d be nothing at all