For Babs

Timbukto
Take it
It may belong to you
It may lack
Some black
Or cool
Saharan dreams
Cassatas
Icy-veined carrara marble
Neopolitan ice creams
Where its warm
Not hot
This is not
Its just hard
As Kimberly
Trying hard not to melt
In that heat
Pretending to be
The human green belt
And twinkling
With a bad wink
A slit-eyed nazi squint
And a terrible stink
Diamond
Damned
Blue or pink
Icy
Some cold heart!
Neither thine
Or mine
That awful mine
Harsh and stiff
A straight narrative line
Taught
So taught… it will snap
And me
I’m superman
Or super-she
But I think
I’m less black
And less pink