week fortyone: aunt zo

(a poem. black lives matter.)

aunt zo

you tell your aunt zo you’re feeling low
while she's cooking pastelillos on the stove
you talk about politicians michigans missouris orlandos 

she says she’s gonna love you to the moon
to baghdad then back to baton rouge
she says there’s no stopping that just like there’s no stopping bad news 

if you’re scared you still got a ways to go
if you don’t care then you don’t know

she lays the pastelillos out to dry
drops pigeon peas and bullion into rice
she says you were just five or six when your uncle passed from this life

she takes you to the corner of the room
where she keeps her late husband’s old tools
she says all these are yours to keep now go out and find something to do

if you’re scared you still got a ways to go
if you don’t care then you don’t know