my mother worries when I wake without a smile. she asks questions full of words she wants me to agree with. did I sleep okay? are you happy to be home? isn’t it nice to be together again? at the very least I’ll nod and hug her back. her love paves every step she takes. she hangs it on the walls of every room to keep us safe. I curse the light of every day that comes and still the love endures. she asks me to come home for Easter. another year is nothing but more time to spend. I wonder if she ever wonders why.
we wake to welcome news: no bombs on Sunday. the headlines are happy and much louder than another hundred deaths. how many more until the peace they promise on the weekend? the massacres continue. words have long since lost their meaning. what more could we hope for from a world that doesn’t care?
I pour my days into a screen to serve a god I don’t believe in. he pays me for the time and thoughts I’d rather spend asleep. I pray for dreams to take me somewhere else.
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