when you call me by my name

it’s a warm cup of coffee on a cold morning
the scent wafting room to room
the sleep in my eyes just falls away
and although I can’t see you
I can hear the smile on your lips
and I can feel the warmth in your chest

when you call me by my name

space is never ending
between you and me
stretching and bending
finding ways to grow
quietly moving
and expanding

when scenes
pixelate
halt in a cell's
frozen scream
slow-motion rage
cloaks grief

do earth's plates
shift at all
respond to pain
torn out of shape
in savage roar

no

we matter to ourselves
on some days
while he or she
reads the code
to check the tides

oscillate in
crawl space
hidden
in island habitat's
darkened cave

we try to breathe
solitary venture
as days run out
leaving dust
and bones

in silence

as a new
dawn
rises

“WHATS MORE,
THEY’RE CROSSING OUR SHORE…

HOPPING FENCES;
MIXING ******

DAUGHTER FROM
ANOTHER POOR

REFUGEE SPOOR WITH
ILLEGAL INTENTIONS!”




(this is satire;
if you thought otherwise—
seek immediate intervention)