Congress Heights is a sight of sadness and doom
Yet they all seem to somehow get through.
Me in my whiteness and they in their blue;
which one of us is really getting through
this thicket of options in a toothpaste society
where more is just more and less is just fighting
(hunger)
Can we eat silly smiles fed us in droves
while hunched over a sink
pulling these white teeth out by the roots,
painting our mouths red like the finest lipstick;
do these smiles from TV satisfy our need
to fill our babies’ bellies with anything but greed
for whiter and whiter days w/o color?
(imagine the rose the same as the stem,
the leaf, the same as them)
Perhaps it’s time for a different paste;
One for our hearts, not for our tastes.