Red is glutenous
like the rich velvet dessert my grandparents used to buy for special occasions.
or the curtains that hang heavy on the stage collecting dust and sound, hiding readying
performers from view.
Red is cliche
like the roses stacked in the cooler of that old florists waiting to be de-thorned for less than minimum wage.
or crimson stilettos, the right size for trying too hard or attracting the so-called "wrong attention."
Red is selfish
the color of needless loss, breaking news, the shade of the web-banner on the website that reports your murder.
of headlines, and midnight sirens. death, and other things that hurt.
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