My Census Box Should Read...
by Abe Becker
peach with red blotches
sweet but hard to ripen
and when i am i bruise easy
I am constantly trying
to give creative definitions
of whiteness that mean
it’s ridiculous I am
not constantly trying
to be honest I am
trying to be liked
I am a dunce or
Royalty let me know
what you want with
body-language beyond
skin I am scared to
instigate transcendence
I am scared to be
Confidence I am
Black as ink in
a white bic pen
bleeding
in your pocket
and I only sort of
know what I mean by that
know what I mean?
