Three Riddles and Their Answers

1. I'm thinking of a colour between cadmium yellow medium and raw sienna. Snow stings my lips, and melts against the saltine cracks in my vanity.
Kate Moss would be terribly jealous.
Think about another day, sustained all round by the ocean, green and protean, washing against yellow ochre sands, turning warmer, by degrees, beneath the sub-equatorial sun. Imagine a red, white, and blue parachute strapped to your back as a boat lifts you up and over the water, and you see everything drop away. Imagine you think you can fly, maybe.
Imagine you think you're alone.


2. I'm thinking of a number between one and four billion, hoping that it's you I'm singling out. Some years, when we're lucky, we run into corners together, and find that our world really is flat. We find that our beer has gone warm, that Sir Alex Ferguson really is a prat, and that Chelsea is winning the Barclay this year.
I think you'll find, that without me, you're still not alone, and that even conditions don't stipulate love, that even submission can't unbind a definite maybe. So this is my definite maybe.


3. I'm thinking of a conundrum, but there it goes, spiralling out my window.
Fur is murder, but leather is divine, and carrots have feelings, and I am made of nothing more than meat. Nor am I less than an everlasting soul.
You must admit, the reasoning is good for a one-sided fence. I will run copper wire to your teeth and back through my ears. Your frozen delight will accede its own terrors, and these will dispose of my amenities.