Baby Turns Herself Inside Out Poem by Dan Caliolio

Sometimes I get caught up in mess,
You know?

'Quote' Jazzy feet shivers.
around the block lemonade stands,
worth 25 cents a pop.
whats a little refreshment gotta give?

on park benches suspended,
on this forlornly loose whisper of
'Where art thou, Father? '

so small lip top beats
you feel alive for the first time,
tongue-tied
when you find misconseption in
disbelief of
Intervention.
or questions,
in statements of finding yourself

or losing

in everything but our Oppressor 'Unquote'



wait, You never know.
Anything.