may your feet and hands be soft.
may the pads of your fingers
be like aloe vera kleenex
and your chest fill the land with the strong

and dependable comfort of medicated balm.

may your hair glitter like the targets of stars

and your sirens resound like children

for their fathers.

may we see you coming a mile away.

may you taste the common taste of milk the way
we taste the common taste of milk
and your heart become extreme—large
as a softball at the zipper of the ribs and therefore let it be

enough.

let it be so big you cannot breathe

for all your other feeling