gift a sea
after i became
grandfather called me dry
nasty names
stood small in my kitchen
baking hisses at midnight
praying rocks
against the women
in my love
but before
when i was tiny thirsty
he bought me a vintage typewriter
heavy & teal it splashed under my palms
a thrifted gift a sea in my blood
the first tool
my damp fingers used
to cool & name my self.
© 2011 by Lenelle Moïse