…until stuckness became a Venn diagram with a million overlapping circles, the word STUCK bold in the shaded center.
She is sleeping too.
Thorns more prominent in her slumber
than the fruits of her labor.
Reminding me that perhaps
bouquets of resolutions
are not meant to bloom in January.
Where do you find a truth? They’re hiding in our heaviest inadequacies. They are the insecurities that we put all of our hearts and effort into always doing better, into always keeping under a cover, and therefore to always keeping under control. They are in the imperfections we are constantly trying to force into perfect.Truths are covered in blankets of expectations woven together…
This year brought something else. Something that isn’t breaking only my heart, but breaking the world’s. While racing for survival, we are being forced to slow down and reconsider everything from our daily tasks to our deepest fears.
Hanging this amendment over our schools
and the bodies of our children.
Like the American flag
over a casket
as if it protects them.