Motto: ”My uncle loves me too much…”
Gwendolyn Brooks

I don’t know how old I am
perhaps six or seconds before
in the florist-shop across the river
all vases smell like hell

he is standing in a floating tub
in the middle
a central-piece on a quantity of water
my uncle is nice
my uncle is fishing
I like him a lot
he loves me too much

family is my uncle
a central-piece in a tub with
birds barracudas and flowers

one day he told me a secret
a florist I’ll be six feet under
his tub full of birds barracudas and flowers

I am not even a woman I think
I am not even a girl
perhaps an ear around his tongue

he loves me dangerous my uncle
I'll be a feather
I am a vase

I do not like my uncle anymore