Are You Uranian?

Because I’m lavender.

Before taking her afternoon bath, my grandmother, in a state of mild, morbid delirium, asks, “Are you gay? If you’re gay, you can’t see my naked body.

It was ushered in a joking manner.

For a week and a day, she had been bedridden from contracting a UTI. Muscles slightly atrophied, she ventured to the lavatory unassisted, taking baby steps along the way.