Elektra: A Girl Who Loved the Color Red
by Kaya Oakes
It seemed to bleed you, every night
those walks past the chapel, just so far apart
that we meant nothing. Your back
against mine told me nothing but the color gray –
and gripping that I wondered if it hurt
to turn toward another voice
another round of questioning.
As a girl, I loved my parents well enough
or at least they taught me tolerance.
But when they died, I loved them better;
so well that those tanks rolling into town