Red Search – the search engine
colored by rubies, roses and blood, proudly presents a work by
the eminent poet Julia Shire.
On The Color Red
Her mother said once when she was
just about seventeen
Time to throw these out
her hands gripping a pair of fire engine red
mary janes
Only children and loose women
wear red shoes.
An since she was no longer the
former and certainly not going to
become the latter, at least
not under this roof, missy
mary jane’s days were numbered.
She was no longer a child,
this was true, and since,
at seventeen, she had only just
begun to kiss Will Ferner in
his daddy’s 1974 Chevy pickup,
crimson interior and paint,
she figured she was pretty far
from the women her mother
mentioned to her in the
produce aisle at the Buy N Save,
because it wasn’t gossip if it
was true.
And besides, she was just
trying to educate you.
This world is full of roads
you’d better not walk down, Nora Leen.
You guessed she was probably right
about that, and you wanted to walk
down the right roads, you just
wanted to wear your
patent leather blood-red
mary janes.
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