Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Day 21: Pobject's pudding
Puddin ain’t no thing
I’d never call nobody.
It just don’t sound right.
Honey I can handle, dripping off a stick,
and shugga’s got its sweet. But
puddin’s like daddy, doll, or baby –
you and I ain’t any of those things.
When we lie in the dark together
and when we coo and whisper kind names
come out. When we angry and when we snap
at each other, when we shout we say things
we don’t mean but that don’t change
our saying them.
Power over words is power
Of all the things we call each other, darlin,
ain’t it a wonder we got names at all?