well...

The Sun


Fading quick between blades


Of grass. Moving sideways


from my point of view:


head to earth.


Like how it started and how it will end.


I thought I understood the way the darkness works


but it’s moving differently now.


The shadows are projected and pixelating on expensive paint.


The songs are artificially intelligent.


Intelligent. A word from Latin word “intelligere”


meaning: “to understand”


The computer claims to understand the human.


I find this hard to believe.


But the darkness moves differently now.


The sun sets sideways.


If the definition of insanity is repetitive foolishness—


If the world moves on its axis—


If the tears of the crowd were forgotten—


If the universal grief meant nothing—


then—









Wanting

And its unspoken, all

of the endings and promises

to keep on living despite, and I

cannot help but to want

more than has ever been promised to us.

But maybe it is too much ask

to simply be.

and we don’t want the children

to be told what we were told,

but now there will be more unspoken that

they will not know is unspoken. Something

will have changed and they will not know what. That

teacher has a husband. He’s not allowed to tell.

Why hasn’t someone done something about this?

(I’m afraid the someone is us)

It’s happened in so many other countries before, yet

it feels different when its here, doesn't it? I want to ask

someone in charge: “Was it worth it?” and, I ask myself:

was it always going to be like this? Was there a choice? Is it selfish

to desire going elsewhere to Somewhere

where I can pretend this didn’t happen?

Is it bad to want? How much wanting is too much wanting? And

when will my want intersect with my need to be there

for the people I love? Not just family, friends,

but the humans at the fringes, and it was

always fragile, yes– the sweetness

always bittered by grief. Communities split.

But we believed in nothing

more than each other

and thrived on the anti-doctrine of eye-to-eye– and I

Never imagined that this could

be reality. But each other is still all we have,

so it will have to do.