meandpaul

Sometimes we stay outside

on your front steps.

It’s peaceful there.

There are no cars  

or stomping feet.

There are no dishes 

i would like to write a psalm made of salt dedicated to whomever Lot’s Wife really was.

for people cannot be made of perfection

and people cannot be made to never hold grudges. what if

a lesbian couple on my bus home from school 

a man in a punk battle jacket on the street 

my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up 

four of my teachers taking the following day off 

winter's coming on fast — 
better chop enough wood. 

pluck the last fruits of the harvest — 
then say goodnight to the garden, 
resting under a blanket of leaves and love. 

When best friends of old

become polite passersby

still give them a smile and let your heart be full

for theirs are broken too

and need to be reminded to mend.

Make America Great Again

With a dictator and fascism 

We choose hatred over empathy 

Just to protect our weaponry

So screw Trans right and wildlife