Everyday Incongruence

We’re living in whirlwinds
Sucking up airless moments
Gasp gasp gasping
We used the metal
concert gates
as stretchers
for the injured
for the deceased
She asks me
what the red stuff is.
I pretend not to know.
Two year olds shouldn’t be able to identify someone else’s blood.
How was your day, Mummy?
I bought a house. How was yours?
It was good.
“It’s quiet uptown”
and we still can’t agree on
how to stop the noise.

(Frustraded reflections on Las Vegas mass shooting.)

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