middle class
that that that
‘s a lot to ask
I know who
you see
sweet girl balance beam
I know
who you see
can you really call it hiding?
held up behind a constellation of fabrics
I’ve never slept on
numbers
I’ve never touched
plenty
I’ve never known
but I have love
and this canvas, quilty stretched
choppy in canister
that tells you exactly
what you think you need to know.