Tonight I noticed
that a tortilla chip
from Chipotle
had somehow fallen
into my house shoe.
And if you’re wondering,
“Did he eat it?”
well, clearly
you have not been
paying attention.
“You Have Not Been Paying Attention,” 4.7.26 #poem
War is a sort of Lent,
I think,
from which there is no Easter.
Darkness, fear, and isolation,
denial, rage, and degradation.
And we do it
to ourselves.
We do it to the children.
We kill the ones
who need us most,
and call it an excursion.
“We Call It An Excursion,” 3.20.26
#PoemsForTheResistance
