they came in numbers.
almost fifty percent. yes.
2020 win.
Even with Masks, We Smile
they came in numbers.
almost fifty percent. yes.
2020 win.
poetry
Lap Dog
please, Mama, stay home.
if i lick my love for you,
will you stay with me?
Baker Love
walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope
Snowantine
no snow day for us
but i ski between meetings
beating remote games
Teen Life
some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument
Concert-goer, 2020 Style
a small taste of truth
in every word of their songs
(i can watch from here)
Smile and Nod
tried to woo them here
but only a few have come
so this is my life
End of…
fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.
What Is Left?
hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak
setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today
social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.
to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.
Those Eyes
wrong in every way
and a crusty cookie bite
just saved by ice cream
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