Day 516: kumulipo

what do you call your darkness
the one that rises with the sun
the kind you'll never be free off
what do you call your gods
the ones who've forgotten to fly
and live in the space between your blood and pigment
wishing you'd look more like them
you wish that too
im sure
what do you call your children
the ones who dont remember the taste of your kiss
how its bitter
like the ocean
like every other part of you that used to have a name
and now sits
in the slime
waiting to be called upon
waiting for someone to remember
recall
even a letter
a grain of sand
a chant
a prayer