'I Would Squint At Red' Poem by Marty McKenna

i would squint at red.
part it to shards,
plant one calcium seed and soon
we would have a fresh light,
bright and born in that night sky.

my psychosis, my time. i would ask
for another pen,
another sheet of paper to record
my next poem title; and even, where
i don't remember, postits made
codified marks in foreign ink,
some alien, hyper-real transmission
to half of the world's service workers;
from the future and wholly
in my head. propping up
my tech support, ensuring the world
turned.

‘i walked the floors as though on a journey,
sang halleluiah at the top of my lungs.
fit for my own laundry, after a while.

‘got out to the house;
as the kids played in the streets
and the sun beat in on the pile of post,
cried.'

first published by 'squawk back'
appears in the chapbook 'silent stigma, loud leaf'