meandpaul

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

Blue and black blur as the football spirals through the air, 

My hands outstretched, 

The ball tumbling closer and closer. 

I drop it.