A slug kills nine people in a
church and you’ve still got to button your shirt.
A white man says we need to set a higher bar for
terrorism and then rides off my timeline on a police horse.
That’s where we live nowadays—everyone
is wrong and they keep raising racist flags
above the state house. There’s nothing new
I could learn from another man—I know
enough about being awful in being
an awful one myself.
Dumbfounded to have two poems as part of the Pen Poetry Series before I turn 30 on Sunday <3