Army of ink Wish Upon A Cake

 

 

 

Wish Upon A Cake .

I once wished upon stars.  Books with crosses.   As the white man stole birthdays.  Red man pretended.  Black collars wrapped around truth.  Now I wear the hat that makes me taller than the glaring.   Stays on as I rattle my little box.   Make sticks come alive.  Hard things run.   Soft things dance with my breath.   Spin circles that wrap all the way around me.   And everything disappears .

(Clunk & Jam book, 2019.  Originally in handmade book, ‘Rock The Boat’.)