It’s Freedom Friday, and I’m wearing a red T-shirt. I don’t think it’s going to make a hoot of difference. But I try to practice what I preach.
I’m also eating the reddest most delicious tomatoes that I’ve ever grown. They’re the first of my crop, and I’m not even sharing them with my mother. Today, on Red Friday, I’m the Little Red Hen.
And, finally, red is for all the Rage.
no conscience
when there are no shoulders
left for tears
no firm hands to touch
all there is left
is to scream
into the heartless void
and shit your losses
where you sleep