The Kenyan Seer

I have fallen in love With one of age He seats with my dad for beer Talks about politics and their fight for independence His wisdom is palpable And when he calls me baby He means it literally  Our kisses are a confluence of generations I feel his gums  Where are all your teeth, sir? He threatens to scrap me off his will  With every sunset, our time is finite And death is imminent That's why I love him fiercely  So fierce because "every day could be our last rings true for us" The love of my youth The love of his latter days   I think he's turning 24 or maybe 20!

Ati he said 'Make yourself digestible for others' Don't be too loud,  Be soft and feminine, let him be in control but I say: If they can't chew what you serve, please let them constipate Let them contort their faces into tight expressions  Sitting with stiff limbs on those ceramic bowls Watch the squinting of their eyes as they squeeze  What they wished would be a quick release Let it last a century Let them look for laxatives if need be The cost of forcing you to conform If they can't handle, to constipate they will