Finding something that made sense in the poetry of Gertrude Stein was difficult. After a few days of being lost in the words of Tender Buttons, I found something that Gertrude Stein and I were both fond of: the color yellow. I wondered why Stein spoke of yellow so often. What did it mean to her? Did it make her happy? Did she find it attractive? The way she relates things to yellow, whether it is food, cleanliness, a feeling, or another color, it is featured in her poetry for a reason. I wanted to accentuate that reason by organizing these ten poems in a way that made sense to me and could give the viewer of this anthology of Tender Buttons something to get lost in; the right way.