on hearing the news

brenda is dying.
janey is throwing tantrums.
laura is barren and molly peed her pants
and angela is lonelyandjakeishungryandhaiti
isdrowningandbutterfliesaredancingand

i

can’t

breathe.

crying is redundant
complaining is indulgent
so i stare at the embers of campfires
and ignorance
longing for a moment
infused with
nothing
no choices
or voices of angels with tangerine wings
fluttering down the hill
leaving me flailing between despair and delight
all those giggles and scrapes
in the face of all that
darkness
starkness
certainties smashed
too many cracks for light to seep through
but hope is a nightlight in the hall
a whisper that won’t be ignored
permission to strap on wiry angel wings

and

breathe.

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