Marta Balcewicz


you are only a suit.
you are only a suit of latex
with a man taller than his friends
inside, but not so tall that eight women
did not have to work the longer month of ’67
to build the tiniest building in Tokyo. It does not even have an elevator.
You never learned their names. In high school, basketball was suggested
but you joined the drama collective. Now the Metropolitan Government
building is your matchbook and the fire consumes your town. You are not
taller than you think. You are not taller. You are not a sea
creature. The water,
the dolphins,
the pearls
are mightier.
They can down
your birth-town,
your bow-
your mother.