to the illiterate

I have never thought of you

in this way

sliding on the well-known

clichés

I have so many times

missed

this one solution

that you might be it

that you might be

the beginning

you might be

the change

you might be

...

and the future

pierces all of

the coming years

straight out of

your pupils

and through

your small fingers

maybe that's why

I make you even smaller

when I speak of you

and try to hide you

from the world

with all

the big

and meaningless

words

and then

in the middle

of the night

I am writing

awkward

and so-much-more

honest

letters

to your mother