What goes on in your mind, Chanel Pari?
Are your knees made of strong metal?
Chetore!
Are your elbows?
Your wrist pound the floor with such wonder,
What goes on in that pretty pretty head?
I wonder.
Are you looking for something specific?
To pull on or put in your mouth?
I see your smile and smile extatic,
Your joy gives me life,
Do I struggle to understand?
Shalom?
No.
Don't touch that.
No.
Don't put that in your mouth!
Hello.
A poem for my niece.
No comments:
Post a Comment