for children everywhere, broken, homeless & disabled My eyes are brown and green as the mountain's pi ñ on. I wear thinning, purple long underwear in the morning and warm socks sometimes late into the day. You probably don’t know my name, but it was stitched simply. Perfect quilt of father and mother. Occasionally I fold up inside myself. Doesn't everyone? What I love best is laughter, cold water running through my hands. I should have been a whole boy with no mystery inside of me, but others don’t see me that way, look straight through me, except my mother who will always love me as I am. Firecracker in the closet hidden behind someone else’s shoes. Too many times I could have been disowned. But I know the newborn ghosts that haunt the corner hotel downtown now, o...