Red
The thin red line.
Read line.
Can you read what
I am saying
When I cut?
Red is . . .
a power color
the color of communism
the color of shame
the color the wind and cold
paints on your face
when you have stayed outside
too long.
Red is . . .
What I need
What I want
What will make me whole.
Whole or hole?
Am I complete
or is there
An empty space
within me?
Am I letting something out
Or letting something in?