Lullaby for the Girl Who Falls Asleep with Stones in Her Pockets
I worry your mother
with stories
of the damage
and defences
I send you a rock
for your collection
telling stories of smashing windows
and skipping stones on the water
I ask your mother
to tell
you
in Spanish
the word for rock, the word for world, the word for word
I ask your mother
to tell
you
in a language yet to be invented
that the word for excellence is perfection
Painted Rock Spotted on Follis Street, Toronto — Documented and left in situ
And so for day 2726
31.05.2014