an evening with kuni

americano and latte

with pizza saved for later

this cafe couldn't be better

than for convos with yepe

i hate my hands! i wish they were softer

more lady-like, lesser veins, fairer

but i would not trade them or change them in any way

for they may be manly but they are just like my father's

my mother's hands are mine as well

first thing she said when i understood her words

she says they are reminiscent of a man's

but no bigger blessing than to carry life with her hands

sometimes i get angry

most times i do too

i get an awful lot angrier

you do not understand, i do too

i am pregnant with soft rage

i wish i had grown up better

but you have 

but you know

we missed homes

where rage did not matter

ah

i forget,

i have not been home since the spring set in

i haven't been a child in a short while

i tend to forget what it means

may i be a child with you?

i fear it is only you who understands

can you hold my hands as we walk?

could you take the lead till i have to leave?

orders made in foreign tongue
yepe is good taking care of the young
parents' hands held throughout the day
like kintsugi, gold making it's way