I reach up,
and feel the stickiness
of the blood that runs
down my lip.
Passed out on the couch,
Dad’s pale skin is glistening
and his eyes softly shut.
I don’t cry,
I don’t know how.
I’m flying as
Nana lifts me over her shoulder.
Her skin is soft and plump and
I rest my head on her breast,
Small circles of red spot her clean blouse.
The taste of iron slowly
Falls onto my tongue
Through the newly formed
Gap of ebony that outshines
The ivory.
and feel the stickiness
of the blood that runs
down my lip.
Passed out on the couch,
Dad’s pale skin is glistening
and his eyes softly shut.
I don’t cry,
I don’t know how.
I’m flying as
Nana lifts me over her shoulder.
Her skin is soft and plump and
I rest my head on her breast,
Small circles of red spot her clean blouse.
The taste of iron slowly
Falls onto my tongue
Through the newly formed
Gap of ebony that outshines
The ivory.