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.