More Than Bread
We gather wood and light the flame, build walls to guard against the rain. We chase the sun for food and gold, and count the coins our pockets hold.
We drink from wells, we mend our roofs,
We gather wood and light the flame, build walls to guard against the rain. We chase the sun for food and gold, and count the coins our pockets hold.
We drink from wells, we mend our roofs,
Daydreaming of writing
About the stars
With beach grass blowing
Around my face and
The smell of the sea tickling
My nose, watching
New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
I would let the world burn
If it meant I could see you one last time
I could let the skies collapse
if I could press pause on time
i remember the crowded er
the bright lights and hard blue chairs
at midnight on a thursday
i decided to leave forever (but did not succeed, nothing but a mere mark in my neck, a rope, and a bad cough)
"It's not the person refusing to let go of the past but the past refusing to let go of the person."
i feel nostalgia brushing her cold fingers across the palms of my hands, my forehead, the back of my neck
Are we all mirrors?
Reflecting what others
do and say
but when we see mirrors
we see a filter?
A filter that adds
comments
popping up like pimples.
Are we all mirrors
Burned at the stake for all to see.
Boo! Scream the crowds, words full of glee.
Smiles lit up the kids faces as they stared at me,
While the witches cried out for a flicker of mercy.
So monarchies fell,
And tyrants too,
Whether democracy does,
Is not up to you.
We are people,
First off.
People that for decades
have screamed into the abyss of
wealthy ignorance.
We have lent voices far and wide
without results.
We have carved mountains with the
news
“We the people”
Encapsulates everyone.
Not those of a certain party
Not those of a certain race
Not those of a certain background
It was purposefully written
To include everyone.
and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply
bursting with food, we are overflowing,
uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can