"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



black eyes  pig tails

if there was only

green left i’d miss pink


little darkling

the weight

of your fate

hangs  heavy


the loudest slap

you’ve ever heard

rings out


nonno’s handprint on your cheek


much louder than

mommy’s slaps

and much harder


the snowflakes are

raging against

your captivity              little darkling


i get it !  nonno

taught mommy

to hit   and now

they’re teaching   me



Winter   2010

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