Today I matched half a red, wooden apple

split down the center from the stem down

a little spot of weary Velcro in its middle

with half a red, wooden tomato

and I told my boy,

“They are the same, but they are different too.”

And I thought about when he’s older

I may show him Stalin and Hilter

split down the middle

next to half of Donne or Bonhoeffer

and then I thought I should just show everyone

that men aren’t made of color

but of God’s breath