the picture of me wearing my favorite shirt
in it i am saying to the person behind the camera
"you look nice with a camera in your hands"
and then you said, wouldn't it be cool if you could spend a whole day doing all your favorite things
wear your favorite shirt, watch your favorite movie, eat your favorite dinner with your favorite person
i said yeah, and write about your favorite things and see your favorite band
you said, drink your favorite drink
i said, reading your favorite poem out loud, to the person it reminds you of
you said, what if it doesn't remind you of anything or anyone
and i said, everything is your favorite because it reminds you of something, at least subconsciously
and then i thought to myself
like my favorite foods, reminds me of noreen, and jessica
my favorite place, my grandpa
my favorite shirt reminds me of anna
my favorite band reminds me of myself
sport, dad
book, matthew
animal, warren
poem, kate
and so on
you said, i think that's just you, noluthando
i said, oh, ok then, sorry but i should have said, no, i'm sure a lot of people feel this way
but i didn't, so,
you put the picture of me in my favorite shirt back in your left pocket
i put myself on the floor, i misplaced the verb
i forgot all the verbs, you helped me with them
a twelve year old saving what i have of grace in the back room
i played the thumb piano (marambe) for you until you fell asleep
and then i tucked you in and then
i fell asleep in the next room, too
