Writing

The new year came in,

with bursts of light across the city scape,

like a flock of birds rising 

from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.

We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks 

and cheer,

I am in complete darkness.

The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.

I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.

One

the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.

Seven

a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.

One

We broke it.

We broke international law.

Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.

For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?

Breaking it is wrong.

Our country is a criminal now.

capture the old

to become the new.

kidnap the worse

to become the better?

better at running a country

that isn't even ours,

better at taking credit for

work that isn't his,

The sun’s shining on me as it slowly dips below the horizon for another day, its rays softly coming down.

The air is crisp, not too cold, but brisk enough to see your breath when you breathe.