Sunday, December 16, 2012

Newtown


“My cup runneth over” the top 
milky, glassy, slicks over my body
erases itch as I listen to tragic news
the blast over and over unfolded rushes
through my head with visibility in my
imagination that I don’t want to see
in desperation over the violence 
that guns bring, I scream, no sigh

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