i love you ginger bread mama
ginger bread mama
all sweet and brown
love you
more than tired boys
love collard greens and candied yams
more than new watermelons
do the sun.
before you,
i was older
and owned a sky of sleep
and not even cowboy dreams
were poets enough to wish me you.
now in brownness warm
everything is everything and
our forms move in soft affirmations.
trying not to wake up the sun.
–Doughtry Long