I’m no longer sure
who we are anymore…the days
slide by with little
help
with little
to remember except
a disagreeable attitude, a
longing for
humanity;
the fuck is wrong with us
we can’t talk
we can’t SEE each other
there seems to be little
connecting us
little to notice
when we’re apart
…we are political when
hope is needed
when love should be the thing
between us, it is
instead…
…fear
distrust
opposition
when Christmas should be
the comfort of friends
the warm joy
of consideration, generosity;
it is bleak and
partisan;
I don’t know the way
back
if we were ever there
to begin with (I want
to believe)
but we should try to
forget
remember;
decide that the skin
bones, blood, breath
and heart
mean something
bigger…not
just today.