No More Normal
Here we are all
mourning for the
various
Americas
that never existed
outside our minds.
No More Night
Goodnight America, I love you.
No.
Not you.
The other one…
Whatever.
No More Metaphors
Walking down the street
with November
wind in my face
the mistaken sound
of a pickup truck’s flat tire turned
out to be the American flag.
No More Might
Remember how
the "reins of power" are held:
In the teeth,
not the hands,
of our leaders.
No More Deportation
More walls will
not close
this space between us.
No More Days
Live like this
is the last day
of the rest
of your life.
Because
it isn’t.
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