is the color of today, of summer
sunset streaked across a
foreboding sky, of my
kinky hair, of
blood, the
pumping verve of the
human heart –
Red is poetic, indignant, the
hue bleeding through
eyelids while
blinking at the sun,
red -
seeping through bell-bottom
white, in the seventh grade when
Woman replaced the lost
childhood within.
Well-red depicting
exertion, exhaustion,
excitement; well
loved –
Red, not brunette.
Definitely
not
blonde.
Red, not white or blue.
Red, not the
primary color, but
burgundy
merlot
vitality and
vigor, simply:
Red.
