There is something
we don’t like to talk about
perhaps we already know
even if we let the monster out
change will remain the same
It’s been this way a while now
I scream—
—you shout
‘til there’s nothing left but silence…
hurt feelin’
we’re bruised and wounded
each other trying to out trump the other
reneging—inventing and preventing truth
patience raised into violence
because we’re broken
this is how we mend ourselves—kintsugi
but we gonna remember what we remember
and you will fight to shift the blame
‘til all that’s left is smoke and embers
‘less some hot breather stokes the flames
leaving us choked and blinded
gasping to breathe—dying to see
We’ve seen it every time
and pay it no mind
this red and blue sea
filled with blood and tears
hatred and love
between you and me
holding hands like lovers—your hand in mine
too afraid of letting the other go
walking down the same road
just with opposite dreams—
we mended pottery.
