Poem On: Day 1

Jigglypuff (#039)

Little lung, little lullaby:
Your name is a weapon

you were born wanting
to sing. Isn't that

our way? We scream
at the air, puff up,

turn vandal to the hands
that never applaud. Please

don't stop, my flamingo
daydream. Everyone is so tired

now. Let the old tune send them
where every name is a song. Sing on.