every breath is valuable
& must be done with focus.
I miss the big navels when they are not in season,
but almost any orange will do when I really want to see God.
She was my own mother’s voice
when mom was reaching
as deep inside as she could
for the sound of a wing on
a tender prayer
and strength is a pantomime of courage
played for the lights of a burned out marquee
before an audience eroding one by one—
some decomposing where they sit, the rest
just rising to forget they ever came.
I smile proudly at the bug,
cradle it in a sheet of paper
and set it gently down
on the ground outside.
These four words ignited fear – even terror – in the ranks of unmarried American men of all ages, races, religions, and economic means. So why should I be any different?
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I feel guilty. In the darkness of the night, I’m gutted with my privilege and toss and turn on my bed.
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