Three Red Things
Three Red Things
the three red things are:
a red umbrella with a black lace trim spoke-shattered it belongs to my mother does not match my abstract and faux snaky blouson jacket
Alfred Schütze ' s, The Enigma of Evil a memento-mori from his old library its red cover is rain-glued-sodden I bind myself to a tree
a shopping bag, berry-red not much to say about it it is the third red thing
and I am in the park moulded to the body of a tree
its roots are moving beneath my feet I am afraid it will tear up from the soil ' s hungry drinking as
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