red hand shapes

eyes that rush in and open

like they’ve just missed most of it

wake to a beep

that makes me want to break some things

a focus to tie my shoes

and then again to make my body move

lift my head like it weighs more than my neck is used to.

remember the red,

it came before the black was even blue

fueling a progression

that doesnt even really need me to.

just learn to catch it

like glass learned to catch all the light

and then cut it up

so each color is recognized

sometimes we all think

we’re sixes and sevens

but a decent face

wont get us into heaven

and we dont even know

if they’d let us in

but we wouldn’t go

unless they paid us for it