Catch Some Wide Eye

Where Were You?


Is brokenness a destination or a calling?
The old man shifts in his seat
not giving up his rightful place
not even for the woman with bulging belly
three more weeks until she finds
the tiny body inside of her is dying
but then again, aren’t we all?
I watch them with hyper eyes
seeing the invisible with my heart
all while remaining blind to the man at my left
shifty eyes, dusty hair
shaking, unemployed hands on uncertain trigger
ordering us all on the floor
spraying the air with fire and perfume
yes, the tiny body inside of her is dying
three more weeks until she finds
her rightful place

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