The red poem

When I paint, I prefer blues and green; when I do digital sketches, it’s red, yellow, black, and white.

handwritten poem, white text on sketch in red, black, and yellow.
This colour does nothing for me but draws me in somehow When all is flushed I breathe deeply and hesitate before exhaling These couplets don’t rhyme but I’m not going anywhere anytime soon

(4 January 2019—posted January 5th)