MATHEW J. ESTVANICNOW KUSH GETS HER WONDERBREAD
on errands for matriarch-proper
peers into my empty carriage
in hopes of glimpsing naiveté
that which queen hasn't ordained
that which dusk shards can't make a dowry
(we're inevitably married to our circumstance).
and the little girl kept riding
after i passed her
at the intersection -
franklin and school streets.
momma needs bread
to feed a new nation
a backwater, pseudo-ghetto jungle