The Kind

I just wrote this. I love it. So simple, but it holds a li'l power. Love you, C.A.

The Kind

Last night, an old man forced me to smile, as if my face
were no more than a sticky envelope, a love letter trap.

Think of the closing view – the dark, the blackout, the feel
of tongue over teeth, the clenching, the grinding of bone

on bone. Somewhere, a thick elephant herd, an extended
family, marches on, turning up dust. Wrinkles vice-grip

those eyes. Black. Creases. Think of the solemn dance,
the hunger, the search, and the noise. Think of the kind,

huge hearts.

C.A. MacConnell