Dino

Funny how history repeats itself.

Teeth,

Once a tool,

Now a weapon.

Hands,

Once a weapon,

Now a tool,

Smile,

Once beauty,

Now deadly.

Yin,

you are the moon,

a circle of white layered with platinum,

emitting a smoky and transparent aura.

Yang,

you are the sun,

an entity of blazing colors draped over each other,

I think peace looks like:  

driving on the highway from College Park  

listening to “White Ferrari” 

by Frank Ocean 

Cinderella fit the shoe

perfect-porcelain white-lotus-petal feet

slipping ever so gently into delicate glass slippers

apparently made just for her

by the handsome prince (he has no name)