Sometimes my mother compliments me, saying:
I didn’t think I was beautiful until I had you,
until they told me: she looks just like you.
I never know what to say except maybe:
Mom, do you know how sad that is?
To think it took thirty years to see
what was always in the mirror.
i can't write poetry lately. I'm angry, on some level, all the time. some people write great angry poetry, but i can't. the world refuses to be as beautiful as i know it should be and i can't forgive that.
apocalypse
I used to think the last day
would come with a trumpet
and shout and cracked-open skies
heaven and hellfire cloaked
in clouds until that moment
now I see
each
shattered
child
is
an
apocalypse
where is paradise?
we are gaping
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