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She Wears Red


I do like to wear me some red…

She Wears Red
by Jackie Warren-Moore

She bangs hard on the door
just outside my consciousness
this wild woman I am becoming
“Let me in, open up!” she screams
wearing a long blue dress
of dreams I discarded.

I try to ignore her
go about everyday duties
a list that must be followed
she keeps showing me new ways
.   to be me
lessons I forgot
she wears red and says
she is staking a claim to be beautiful
drops people like bad habits
cutting hurt from her body
carving a new switch to her step
“More bounce to the ounce” she says
“More cushin’ for the pushin’”
she is a vulgar girl
knows just what she wants
throws her head back
and laughs out loud
She is something
this new girl I almost was
“Open up” she says
“Be me again
be the girl you were afraid of
wear red again
wear your hair down
black and grey hair you earned
with all the passion you stored inside,
Open up” she says
this wild woman
I am becoming
“Open up
and welcome
this woman
we are”

Yes the body remembers
when the brain wishes to forget
this snatch of song hummed up
from the back of your past

the ‘times they are a changin’
or a certain whir in the atmosphere
the way the air hits the shin
a certain jig in the walk
a step that reminds us
of all we lost to time
sickness and ignorance
the body remembers, all the way to the bone
etched into the marrow

slick glide of time over lives
connected by threads
we are too blind to see
too sophisticated to acknowledge

the body remembers
quick flash of tingle
in the back to synapse
tiny pause-between conscious thought
feeling surface
the body asserts
come back, come back, come back
to the feeling
let the body remember
feel again
all she has forgotten
all she continues
to hold on to
yes, she remembers