Each time, Kenny says
With Love,
I look at you, I see
Princess Diana
His skin ginger,
mine, peony,
And, between us now,
The color line,
No static beam
—More like
Light-bomb;
Blanching
The star-
Dark,
Our lumen-
Natural
Copyright © 2014 by Ailish Hopper. Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.