By Hokis


In the parlor,

She decides to finally take out

the baby-skin smooth walnut carpenter box.

It was gifted to her by Father Time two years ago.

A month before he boarded the train home.


pink laced baby shoes,

a single jeweled crown, and

a plaque which reads:

Leader of the Free World.

She looks back up at

That Universal Moon,

to offer zi a prideful grin.

They return the sentiment.

{Hokis, they whisper, may you rest in peace}

Hokis is an American poet of Armenian descent.  She is senior curator of Headline Poetry & Press, a regular contributor to Reclamation Magazine, and featured in numerous anthologies. Her debut collection "Unbecoming" is a poet memoir sharing her personal rise from political trauma. You can find more about her, her published work, and Unbecoming at

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