What happened to our children
To make them afraid of safe places
What happened to our lost friends
To make us turn a blind eye
What happened to concert goers
To cause them to scream in fear, not fun
What happened to our mentally ill
To push them this far
What happened to our worshipers
To lay them motionlessly between pews
What happened to those who are hurting
So much they hurt others
What happened to our politicians
To make them make pawns of seventeen lives
What happened to make riding elevators with snipers
Do you ever turn the ring on your showerhead
Until it isn’t water
But thousand of needles
Striking your back
And stand under the needles as they tattoo the hurt of humanity across your skin.
You are like peppermint ice cream.
I’m not sure that I like you,
But I want something cold and sweet and here you are.
The day the rain soaked the earth so deeply it had to spit the water back out for fear of drowning
You told me that I made you feel warm
I thought that was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard
Until I realized you felt warm
Because I was freezing.
With our innocent kisses,
And our nerdy jests.
We started off delichious,
Laughs echoed from our chests.
Soon I was swept,
My feet high off the ground.
We were falling, crashing, wrecked,
Hopes of sanity drowned.
As I fell for you, hard,
You grew sweeter by the day.
Like a grape from God’s orchard,
You became the richest Chardonnay.
This fit was better than fiction,
Warm and snug like a glove.
You built us a kitchen,
Out of sheets and out of love.
Your smile lights my life,
And you never fail to find mine.
You’re more gorgeous than island Tenerife,
I’m floating away on cloud nine.
Originally published in the book “All At Once I Saw My Colors”
His mind went first, and his body followed
Knowing and wanting it to be the end
His body wracked by hundreds of bombs
Masquerading as cancer
Watching him die was like
Watching a flower wilt
My shoulders mimicked his as they fell for the last time
And together we let out a final breath
Months of air had been sucked raspily from this room
With one exhale the air returned
All at once he was there and not
Sitting, waiting, watching then
Smiling, we cried