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By Eve L. Ewing

yo chocolate milk for breakfast kid.

one leg of your sweatpants rolled up

scrounging at the bottom of your mama’s purse

for bus fare and gum

pen broke and you got ink on your thumb kid


what’s good, hot on the cement kid

White Castle kid

tongue stained purple

cussin on the court

till your little brother shows up

with half a candy bar kid


got that good B in science kid

you earned it kid

etch your name in a tree

hug your granny on her birthday

think of Alaska when they shootin

curled-up dreams of salmon

safety

tundra

the farthest away place you ever saw in a book

polar bears your new chess partners

pickax in the ice

Northern Lights kid


keep your notebook where your cousins won’t find it.

leave it on my desk if you want

shuffle under carbon paper

and a stamp that screams late

yellow and red to draw the eye from the ocean

you keep hidden in a jacked-up five star.

your mama thought there was a secret in there

thought they would laugh

but that ain’t it.


it’s that flows and flows and flows

and lines like those rip-roaring

bits you got

bars till the end of time

you could rap like

helium bout to spring

all of it

down to you

none left in the sun — fuelless

while the last light pushes from your belly


climbing your ribs


and you laugh into the microphone 

and who is ready for that?


Source: Poetry (April 2015)

  • Activities
  • Arts & Sciences
  • Relationships

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Eve L. Ewing
Eve L. Ewing is a poet, essayist, and sociologist from Chicago.

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