Everyday Incongruence

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Everyday Incongruence

We’re living in whirlwinds
Sucking up airless moments
Fleeting
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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