Red was All About You by Emma Lee


I was stuck in second hand jeans,

a stutter, and hiding the scars

my mother left. She hated you,

but never met you; it was about

who you were related to.

You, smoothly built as a Corvette,

a Maserati. I was the sort to walk in

through the exit, stained, ruffled.

You thought I was too good for you.

I craved your touch, your voice,

couldn't believe you wanted me

when I was hollowed out, empty.

You understood me better

than you credited yourself.

I knew the secrecy would kill us.

The moon that night as fragile

as wind-bruised cherry blossom.


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Emma Lee’s publications include “The Significance of a Dress” (Arachne, 2020) and "Ghosts in the Desert" (IDP, 2015). She co-edited “Over Land, Over Sea,” (Five Leaves, 2015), is Poetry Reviews Editor for The Blue Nib, reviews for magazines and blogs at http://emmalee1.wordpress.com.