CALAMINT RICKY GARNI
I am hairy or you might say fuzzy
and about as tall as a small boy.
I am part purple.
And I smell like tangerine
an exploding one.
Pregnant women
stay away from me
they are so smart.
Everyone else says
Hi, Hello there.
My friends call me Monkey.
Or Basil.
Or Limestone
And I live in the sun
like a postage stamp.
What do I do?
What I do is hard to say.
Have you ever used the word
poultice? That is me, in a way.
It’s what I do when I walk
into a room and I see
A bruise. Or contusion.
Or some sort of trouble.
I become a poultice.
I get to work.