“Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind.
The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.”
Henry James
Dear King,
You’re made of glass
Glass toes
Glass hands
Glass elbows, glass neck
your nose is a lake
You play with the duck
in the blue lung of bathwater’s
wet molecule
You follow my instructions
call me teacher
and something
quietly erupts within me
fades away into dark chocolate
You wail, Vertigo!
and reach for the Starship Enterprise
of my mother
Tourist, your shoebox
of toys turns into hours of silence
A white bunny
on a shelf
You read the ingredients on the back
of the petroleum jelly label
(six verses follows on next page)
You wipe a sea
of brown sticky fingers
on my dress
in the runny apricot
jam tin a cloud nestled in subtle orange light
The wood is salt,
a map, a fire extinguisher
Inside your brown eyes, exists a ballroom
your tears, salt, light
I want you to remember
that you summoned the ancestors
with the wave
of your little hand, that is all it took
for democracy
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