Watch Out Its A Poem

In college I dated a girl who also wrote, particularly poetry. Save her writing was good. I'll scratch out poems in the margins of notebooks thinking "This would look great in the insert page of a non-fiction book!" 

I've also been reading Song of a Captive Bird by Jasmin Dazrnick which is a lovely novel about a young girl in pre revolution Iran and the protagonist struggles with making it as a poet. So, just like when I watch Vince Carter dunk highlights and then go out and brick 50 shots at the rec center here is a poem.

2020

The scalded blisters 

flake into blades that

testify 

to a fear unfounded 

My hands feel the

kinetic emptiness 

of a space abandoned 

It was germs

It was climate change 

It was economic collapse

It was a war over water

It was whatever, the end

Except 

What we prepared for 

By the labor of our hands

We tried

And missed

Spared and saved of what we feared 

But only what came earlier