Writing

her magenta marker

the silent clock

my desk, now darker

with dust like chalk.

his name in my phone

my swimming mind

his teeth were like moonstone, 

mouth open that night.

I can’t believe we call this a Democracy.

We voted, sure.

But did we really end up with a president?

Or do we now have a king?

Sure, his term is said to end in four years.

We stood up to a tyrant once.

And now it’s time to again.

We need to stand up for the rights we were supposed to get so long ago.

“All men are created equal.”

The people around me, my friends, my family, my peers.

I see them every day, barely talk to most of them.

But they are my community.

They know me, or parts of me.

The thing is,

I can't get over it.

It sticks in my memory

unforgettable

and I want it

but I know it was just

subconscious dreamland.

It was old

There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—

he barks at anyone that nears,

snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light. 

There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—