Sunday, April 26, 2015

unease.

he who sings with disregard to
sensitive subjects

continues the narrative of war.
this i do not care for.

a stretched moment of silence
is soon after followed by

daffodils, and flowering trees.
i leave the room i love. it is spring

that season filled with love outside.
uncomfortable, i go about it.

this is a day a person is meant to love.
it is felt differently.

it is felt
as if an allergic reaction
to poison ivy.