Ensanguined
and if ever become a woman
by bleed a woman
then she
the Woman
for enough
and through
somewhere there is a baby
crying
unattended
but my brother is not the
one dying. trying. crying.
crying
crimson tides
of scarlet i only had only seen only
amounts of
kool-aid somebody aid
that profuse, plentiful
excessive, unwarranted
the filled garbage can
trails into
walks into
runs into
the filled bathtub
bubbles and rubber toys
replaced by Red
wash me now
stepping inside
modest
mine
home
and brown carpet
like some red sea
come part for
panicked footsteps
sidewalk steps
cherries and splits
don’t step on a crack or.
with hand gripped
by a father
who’s heart i
could not know
in full
of a life
i
could not know in
full
to an unwelcome
and obtrusive
white ice cream truck,
soiled with
a
deafening,
red,
cross
in our meek driveway
the sunday afternoon
we came
home