Gregor’s Sister Speaks
Gregor, dear brother,
why didn’t you think of wings?
Why didn’t you turn into a butterfly instead?
I would have joined you, and mother and father too —
if only you had told us how.
We could have all grown huge orange wings,
you could have added tiger stripes
to be different —
We could have made the sky
orange and gold with black tiger lines
brushing against the clouds.
We could have inspired lilies to grow as tall as trees —
And the neighbors would have called us the new angels —
We could have flown far away
migrating to India or Costa Rica —
We could have escaped our fate,
our ordinary deaths — truly escaped
what History expected from us.