Again.
It is nearly one in the morning.
She has been asleep for hours in our bed.
Little hands tucked up under little ears.
I think it is not too many hours until she wakes again.
I stand and stretch
moving toward the stairs to join her.
But instead of passing you
I remove from your lap what distracts you and sit
straddling you [...]
For W.
Hate breaks me.
And you drip with
wealthy sarcasm.
Laughing in the face
of those who need.
Oh, what you COULD offer
if you had only experienced
just a little bit of what we are-
the gardeners
the cooks
the drivers
the teachers
the soldiers-
those you step over.
Living in nonchalance.
Pretending we’re doing fine.
Turning away,
breaking into a grin,
making a joke at our expense.
So you can make
your next golf [...]
