Something to say when your daughter asks,
“Why can’t our family be like everyone else’s?”
Because the truth is there really is no everyone else,
only the two of us washing through the sieve of each day,
making sure we come out of it in one piece,
and beside, why think either one of us
come close to being like everyone else
when we’ve always been so much who we are,
you with your loud mouth and smart answers,
and me acting like I know what's best for everyone
when I've never chosen that for myself.
But the truth is, even though I've tried,
I could never be like everyone else.
My look-a-like never bore the slightest resemblance.
Plus, who knows, I might settle down
for a long sleep in a goose down bed,
turn out the lights, and never snap out of it,
not hear the speaker system,
with its volume cranked up to sky-high,
telling me to get out quick
unless I wanted to totally forget myself,
my deck of cards and pearl earrings
on the vacant lot of my origins,
pull a steel-toed boot way over my damp head.