an endless all
once handed to you:
kinships but of
curls, ever-living,
throughout fore-
passed maxims
with big mouths
and stubborn
decadence
with big eyes
grandmother, grandfather,
how ever so finite,
so little are you
who get to hold,
who get to see;
no land, no sea,
no earth could thole
the big hand of a
redeemer
live and live and live—
watch my hands grow
bigger enough to
redeem—
is what you could do
me for.
