Could it be that red is the one colour that is asking for a body?
” (I Send You this Cadmium Red: A Correspondence between John Berger and John Christie) Red asking for a body was bleeding everywhere as if the skin was only a permeable vessel for red searching for a body. Red was leaving everywhere through permeable skin as if body bleeding everywhere was a deception for skin. We were kneading blood. You are swimming through red and from a distant tomato you wave. But red is more than enough room to pace in you. That is, a color that won’t compromise. In fact you have never existed outside of clay. Other colors that fail to hold red are burned skin. Not restrained in its intention, red will never settle for peach. Red is uncompromising in its search for an elegy dense with beets. Though your elegy is beet, roses shedding color leave lingering accounts of your losses. Outside of ghosts looking for a body, red is wandering through rows of tombstones, searching for metamorphic rock.
