179 (c)


Thought benign
whitened father’s eyes
and body within;
sells your you before you’re you
a mutated cell.

after 2001, charged, you changed
now what do you call them?
ah, dark men from cages once cells.

There was a cliché about oysters
to which he replied, ‘They’re just cells. You can’t get out!’
She rolled her eyes, folded her arms, and told him he was being melodramatic.
He smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear because he damn well knew it.

And then she dug her right thumbnail deep into his left wrist until they could see inside.