.              how disapproving. to hear chords as yours,
I thought how clean as a viola;
               well, then as smooth as looking through a person.
I thought this blackness was opaque.
               so why sunlight through my ears when I hear
your ******* like water through a straw:
               notice: in my country, drought-heavy
cow-full, dust-bowled, bare-footed, large-
               accented-- skinny-boyed, big-thighed sauntering
girls-- what words: girls, boys-- notice:
               in my country water is desperate and
mottoed. we sing for it as god. when it
               rains mothers cry. your ******* is a waste
of water and a waste of my skin. transparent.

(o lightskins!: post-colonial nymph-paragoned
sibylline demigoded golden Greek-statued heroes--
               how full of **** y'all are!

and I Hephaestus...)