“It’s 11 pm and death is on my mind,
accidents upon accidents, blood and gore
somewhere in the streets, she
is the time passing and sick, invading dark
people gone missing—could she have been?
No, says my sister, but she’s young and has no power
over things we can’t trust and things we can’t see.
I’m young and have no power, am small, never win
but I check the empty driveway, look up at the sky line…”
“like the sky I’ve been too quiet everyone’s forgotten I’m here
I’ve tried all the usual tricks / pretending I’ve just been made terrifying
like a suddenly carnivorous horse like a rabid hissing /
sapphire the medical response has been clear sit patiently until invited to leave…”
“…We refuse the bruises of blood,
we want to honor the thrust of history, the trust
inside each splitting cell, so we wrap ourselves
within each other, away from the constant sirens.
We fumble our flesh, our mouths wide enough
to swallow the world…”