Are you
Lactose intolerant
To the milk
Of human
Kindness?
It is a black milk.
It is drunk at dawn.
And it goes down
Thick, thick, slow,
Like motor oil
(It looks like),
Like heavy cream
(It feels like).
It alerts you to a
Distant orange
Krueger-light:
You'll half expect
Kudu!
Or maybe this is just me;
And my expectations.
But are you, could you be
Intolerant to that kind light,
That kind milk?
If it were black
If it went down like
Motor oil?
Like heavy cream?
. . . . .
© erika simone haines 2015
