elusion

i am not a person who cries

i watch ten hours of tv in two days
read three different series of books
write forty poems
play the same videogame for four weeks straight

i am not a person who cries

but this is a thing i can’t avoid
and the tears come at odd moments
at the sink getting water
walking to the bathroom
picking a sock up off the floor

i am not a person who cries
but nothing else is enough
to escape this

Power

why isn’t greed taboo?
why don’t we shun those who flaunt extravagant wealth
the way we shun convicts and felons?

why isn’t lying taboo?
why don’t we cast out those who tell untruths
the way we cast out the poor, the disabled, the elderly?

why isn’t failure to serve the public a taboo?
why don’t we ruin the lives of crooked cops and politicians
the way we ruin the lives of sex workers and immigrants?

why doesn’t society stand up for itself?
why don’t we the people have enough empathy
to stand up and say “that’s wrong”?

where did we lose ourselves?
where did we send our hopes and futures and dreams
with barely a whisper of dissension?

what do we do now?
what we’ve always done: remember that the power is ours
we merely have to reach out

and take it

can you feel it

the stink hanging in the air-

the pervasive rut of sadness that crawls

into your knees and hangs in your shins

like stones-

the toxic wave of anxiety

that creeps into your muscles

like an ache you were fucking born with-

the stink of helplessness,

the stink happiness left rotting in its shadow,

that fucking stink-

this rain needs to wash that shit away

because we

are suffocating