A Letter To the Race That Forgets To Brush Their Teeth
Dear Humans
I like that some of you have family jewels and others
have fathers set seventeen minutes to slow.
The brothers will give sisters shiners
so the mothers will have a reason to put their daughters in makeup.
I like your faces
when you’re hovering over your own pudding
and reaching for the toilet paper that won’t be there
or when a sick man coughs on your horse and its tail goes swish.
I like how uncles put the milk in the refrigerator
when they feel they can win Forgetting the eggshells on the roof
doesn’t mean boys can’t make girls see many happy days.
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