I don’t care how many
Warm bodies are slumped
In churches
And movie theaters
And wal-mart
Little children lifeless
Blood soaked backpacks
Final moments feeling fear
Only tasted once before
Upon seeing a fat fuzzy
Bumblebee
And shrieking
Because I wasn’t there
with my Gun
Someone else was there
with their Gun
I’m a good guy
Protecting my home, my family
Like in the movies
Brandishing my Gun
And shooting the bad guy in
The arm or knee
Seeing their face twist in pain
Television crashing to the ground
A perfect marksman
A cowboy
A cop
A hero
Someone will
Love me
I cannot escape the violence
I’m so afraid
So afraid of everything
This poem is the world’s most advanced
machine learning algorithm
brilliant, bespectacled men will never unlock
the complexity of moving your eye
across a page
especially when you remember that one day
when it was a little warmer than it should have been
for the trees being bare and the ground being damp
but the clouds were just pink enough
to stop you, hand on the car door,
in a moment of seeing something, like really looking at it,
for all the glorious, divine light of heaven
and also! the way you miss him even though
he’s right there, breathing a little too loudly, but
handsome and warm and all yours
a cry a sigh a feeling caught in your throat
because this technology is
truly novel
This year was trash, but the music was pretty good! Enjoy, via Spotify.
Soccer Mommy, Color Theory
Kelly Lee Owens, Inner Song
