by Michelle Zanoni

This poem is red.

Beet red, beating heart,

bleed red all over the white page red.

Passionate red,

eager to

rip the meat of life off the bone

and savor the chewy

flesh red.

Battle courage red,

love red,

electric passion

in all its gory glory red.

Forbidden fruit apple red,

blazing sunset red,

fire engine red,

siren scream red.

Rock music red.

Editor’s red pen red.

Look at me, red.

Bossy, loud, I am here red.

Pomegranate red.

Rip your clothes off red.

Dance to your death

in red shoes red.