He swings left then right at a rival revealed behind a fictional fissure. An unfair fight, the 40 watt bulb does little to clarify. Drops of rust decorate the rim that pinches the glass just enough not to crack. Just enough. Just enough. A fracture only he detects, the consequence of contrition. In this windowless … Read more
Is this when the training wheels come off? The moment you let me cross the road on my own? I’ll look both ways, I promise. Left, right, and left again. You left again. Just when I thought I could have you both to myself after having shared you with strangers. Oh, how I couldn’t share … Read more
If only I could express the way my shoulders tense whenever I’m in your presence, or the mere thought of having to be. The pretending gets harder because it requires me to, yet again, do something for you. I lie awake with questions I’ll never receive answers to, hoping to not repeat your mistakes, a … Read more
When you reach the timewhen that light turns on,when you believe the self-reflection,what it tells you, what you see,I hope you find the help you need. We are not put here with thewherewithal to heal,or express how we feel. One generation can’t teach anotherwhen they weren’t taught to dealwith the single hardest thing there is … Read more
We can’t mournbefore we’re asked to mourn again.We can’t grieve beforewe have to believeit’s happenedagain. We can’t catch our breathsbefore the deaths accumulate.It’s far too late.Far too late. And all the whilesome carry on and smilein some acceptanceof the norm.We can’t live ourlives worrying,I’m told. But when we will graspthat our inability for empathyholds us backfrom being the very … Read more
Too many beds suddenly empty tonight.Those kids too young to comprehendthe evil of one man,and our willingness to arm him. The harm lives on with moms and dadswhose hearts cannot handlethe holes they are now scarred with.
Look them in the eye and ask them why.Look them in the eye and ask them why. Those who seechildren shot deadand choose the status quoinstead. I’m sure that they’ll pretendthoughts and prayers can make amends,as people argue relentlesslyover and over again. But talking is a sinbecause what we need is a cure.And one may never be … Read more
Like a faucetthe thoughts,they pour outlike the waterthat drips from my eyes,heavy from the day,I am tired of this way,this path we’ve chosen,death over life.
I don’t want to live more gratefully.I want the luxury to take my life for granted.I don’t want to be reminded of our fragility.I want the chance of pain to disappear. We deserve to exist on our own terms.Two rights make a wrongwhen your right suppresses mine.
Can we rewrite in real timethe rules of this arrangement,the way that we engage withall the people we call strangers? Perhaps we’ve more in commonthen we’re often told to believe.Perhaps we’d figure that outif we’d stop judging and just speak. But oh, we only listen to find space to interjectinstead of just listeningto provide space to … Read more