A silk flower blooms
in his daughter’s hair,
& his little son has a lovely smile
missing a single tooth.
The man walks with them
into the food court
with triceps as tense
as any necessary conversation.
amongst Indian street food & Islander diners,
Souvlaki sellers & African eaters,
South Americans pinching together empanadas
& Asian waiters,
he is six-foot-four & striding,
tatted arms & a head shaved right down.
One tatt says "ARYAN."
One is a Third Reich eagle.
One says “1488”,
which is code for a phrase:
"We must secure the existence of our people
and a future for white children.”
“But he looks pretty dark to me,”
says my Samoan mate.
The man buys his kids
cinnamon twists & cupcakes,
& bends down to kiss his daughter
right where a streak of glitter
sends a constellation across her cheek.
As he passes me & my mate,
the man smiles & nods,
with intimacy & recognition,
as if we are friends.
— Omar Musa, 2015