two tiny poems about two bloody topics

exiled tributaries

The stars are bright in Princeton
even when the Heavens are elusive

So plant a seed and say a prayer
or was the prayer the planting?

Someone told me what to worship
and at crawdads they drew the line

But the stars are bright in Princeton
so who says what’s fully divine?

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in [a] beginning to [an] end

as the weather warms and winter fades
heads are lifted from hunched shoulders draped in blankets
as a daffodil unfurling from its bulb
looking for mercy
for relief
for someone to put their hands in the dirt

but so often, this is not what Springtime brings
as the weather warms and winter fades
our most vulnerable will be hit harder
flooded deeper, more inland, and kept on the run
sun-scorched skin and hands outreached
for the siblings who could’ve changed their fate

I agree, but not like that
You’ve crossed a line… we’re not the same
and if you look me in the eye, I’ll slap your face no hesitation
screw science
screw God—I need a drink
as the weather warms and winters fade

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