Giants exist, but they’re terrified of humans—
just like humans are terrified
by the small spiders in sidewalk cracks.
Each booming step in the clouds is a frantic gesture;
giants see shadows before we
see the setting of the evening sun.
Giants fall in love with predictability—
Chop down their Beanstalk, Jack,
they were waiting for you.
Green faces envious of human beauty;
giants exist for our fables.
Tell their stories gently—
they listen from the sky.