After Devon Miller-Duggan, “Oliver Leamy (10 months old) spending the morning waving a red sock”
Today we spent the morning around
a red table
on a red carpet
We ate tomatoes and carrot sticks
and capsicum dip, creamy orange
flecked with red
I wore a red bra
to hold my white breasts
We talked about a poem whose white baby
waved a red sock and took it
on and off his foot
It referenced a famous
poem about a wheelbarrow
And I thought of how many reds
I seem to need
to counter the grayscale of things,
the black sofa, the white walls,
the black amp and speakers,
the white ceiling, the light fittings and shadows there,
the dark gray screen in its pale gray plastic frame,
the sky,
the people’s hair,
my charcoal dress, my black woollen socks,
all the paper,
my cold morning fingers, my eyes