Halloween is next Tuesday
and one of my students told me
he’s not that into Halloween
because
it’s Halloween every day.
We’re all wearing costumes,
are we not?
When the actions caused by
the agony in your soul
crush my beating heart,
you can be assured that
I do, in fact,
know of your suffering
and that you are not alone.
But how deeply those shards can tear.
My wounds manifest as
tears clinging to my mother’s neck
as she holds me,
while yours –
men gunned down
women set on fire
infants beheaded –
What is the difference?
It is VISIBLE
this pain
it is RIPPING
this pain
it is PULSING
this pain
with the heat and anger of generations.
It is another day of
the headache I have
because I wasn’t able
to stop you.
I’m spending a lot more time
at the humane society these days
because I’m sick of
us humans continuing
to hurt ourselves.
I’m sick of our agendas.
I just want someone
to take two minutes
to scratch my fucking back
and tell me I’m good.
Soak up my
wretchedness with your
weary, weary love.
