carved
first thing that comes to mind
and out of nowhere;
rolling back dials and
i can climb
leg swung over and pulled closer
moment to breathe and
its dizzying and hilarious
crazy and popping and wild and thrashing
like scratching branches
on snow white’s dress
claiming to run in and through
the forest
tripping but not ending the purpose
really wasn’t when i felt his soft lips
both saw it coming and still
was an accident wasn’t*
the curling cannoli in our history
the story
fleeting as the falling soft sugar,
sugar?
the intent
its important enough to ask right there
why?
and there’s no answer or why or how or if
but it is and
it has been
and it will be.
again.
or not it makes me smile
and i can
talk about whites and blacks and dulling grays
the parked cars, black guys and yellow toys
continues… for now
or never it doesn’t matter because
there’s no answer