ironing my suit for tomorrow
children in Syria cannot breathe
preparing a list of lies to make myself a palatable hire
workers dismissed in college for daring to call themselves human
read up on securities as if my life depended on it
a boy vlogged about bacon pasta live before taking the leap
memorize male names I will soon forget
when I backtracked in the dark last night, her name was on my lips
recycle stale answers about yourself that HR will put through a paper shredder
give up your privacy to enter the States, land of the free
tomorrow is a holiday
holy ground erected on the grave of another, as always
petty wordless fight over who needs to shut the door
fuck off migrants, you deserve us bombing your countries
everything is normal.
the world is on the cusp of burning to a crisp.
APOBI is taking the “National” Poetry Month challenge! (Yes, in spite of law school and her long hiatus.) Follow her to see how far she succeeds in writing thirty poems in thirty days.