my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)

my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)
some rough beginnings
can end in the perfect way
for a perfect day
it is not easy
to replicate restaurants
alas, we shall try
this quarantine brings
a new love for my kitchen
(lucky to have it)
even Bruce ate it
without a single worry
(there was no curry!)
lost in her paintings
i want them to see beauty
but they just won’t look
hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)
i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days
every election:
because they are so diverse
urbanites vote blue
all it really takes
is a short conversation
with someone different
a small taste of truth
in every word of their songs
(i can watch from here)
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.
on this dreary day
plagued by plagues, wildfires
votes matter so much
all i need today:
my cooperative puppy
who just bit me once
because of the bone
i bribed him to sit still
he is now a Jedi