Pluto, Lincoln, ****
covers of National Geographics, still
plastic wrapped, waiting for you

your grandfather
bought you a subscription
for life

he's gone a dozen years
fitting his favorite president would grace one cover
and your enslavement, ****, another

Pluto sits between both on the coffee table
waiting for you also, perhaps feeling like a ******* child,
belatedly told it did not belong

and you feel that far away