Sit
Shake
Breathe
Sit
Shake
Breathe
This place is comfortable. I have everything I need. Backrest, privacy, and a can of whipped cream.
Pay no mind to the screams.
Pay no mind to everything overseen
By helicopters
Hovering
Looters
Running
Tears fill our eyes. Not for Floyd, not for me. Tears fill our eyes, we can’t see
A way forward
We don’t have the words
We can’t breathe
Sit
Shake
Old poem from this last summer.