he who sings with disregard to
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.