All of us are
smitten by the cute.
And the shine of
symmetry. The clear, un-
blemished skin
of stunning’s layer.
I could sing each note
of your cantata. In
its proper key. Something
that’s beyond
my scratchy throat.
My wineless inhibition.
You say the loveliest
intonation
was from a haggard
in the alley,
bottle on its side
beside her feet—bare,
sniffed out by a rat’s
consuming hunger—
Mama take me with you
Reach down with your hand
upon my face
Now replace that
newborn kitten
with a shoe. A soiled,
baby’s boot
found in a slum.
Fractured by a
wheel that wasn’t
looking .
Cradle it in your palm.
Mouth it a lullaby.
Know nothing is so
broke it can’t be loved.
Andreas Gripp
March 20, 2025
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