uncomfortably numb

it flies past me,

it all flies past.

surfing through violence,

let’s get to the good stuff.

just forget about the rest.

it flies past me,

it all flies past.

something sticks inside my guts,

then wrenches like a knife pulled out.

i click on to the good stuff.

it flies past me,

it all flies past.

driving to work i notice

everyone is going the same direction.

looking out the window, i see our flag

drooping at half mast.

it flies past me,

it all flies past.

 

 

 

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ejected from womb,

coughing up birth fluid.

wriggle like a slug in caked dirt.

pink baby skin scratching,

ants making their way.

mother is still.

a fly lands on her face.

baby rolls dirt in her eyes,

baby howls her cries.

a fly lands on her face.