His earliest memory begins with the hush of his mother’s hands holding him close before bedtime, ends with a song she hummed him to
ask me about the radiant hat moon makes for that cloud face an hour before dawn ask me about sitting on gravel staring through
I am cash & carry, I need green. Teller, what’s my tell? I click heels. Pop gum. Twirl curls. I am in line, out-of-line,