in my crib
i play with plumeria, chrysanthemum,
eventually a lady’s slipper
in my crib
i crack my knuckles until they break
in my crib that i share with one hundred others
i cry, i sleep, i stare,
surely i laugh

my scull goes flat
my hair never sprouts, 
listening to my native tongue
but instead in the kingdom
of the sun
i learn aloha

im unsure how many cribs i had before this
[a crook of an arm, a bag, a hospital step]
or how many will come after
[a haymow, a rocking boat, easter brunch]

i just know that this will not be my last
[body will remember even if mind forgets]
place
to rest