Pink Floyd
A pretty white lady is on the screen,
lips a light pink, glossy
eyelashes heavy with mascara,
teeth white and straight.
Next to her, in a tiny box,
is video footage of a man being murdered.
But luckily, her hair is blonde
placed just right,
and she says,
“The video was appalling, no one should ever watch something like that ever again. People on the streets have grown more violent, begun looting. Why has there not been justice?”
Then, the tiny box grows bigger, taking up the entire screen
so that everyone can watch the video she said no one should see.
It was all too much
if She was being honest.
So She leaned forward until Her head went through the screen
and puffed out a breath
and blew the officer over.
And just as She pulled Her head back
Floyd gasped a violent breath
and opened his eyes.
Origin
To Name a Hurricane
She was born amidst a hurricane,
a cyclone of tears.
Her mother had been in pain all day,
breathing past waves of hope.
When it was time to squat,
her stretch marks cradled her weight,
and she only had to push once.
In the same moment, the wind
finally had the courage
to break through the window.
It was a spectacular sight.
Mother and Daughter
surrounded by wind
atop a sea of glass.
And the Baby,
Her first breath
was of salty air.
No one knew
that one day
She would
conquer the wind.
Except for maybe the curtains,
who absorbed another gust
and let out a sneeze.
Black Holes
Falling is funny thing
It happens so quickly that
before it begins
it’s already over
Gravity simply takes our hands
then pins us to ground
It’s curious really
But in the second between
cloud and earth
life and death—
this is where the Girl resides
Mama.
Yes, honey?
I don’t understand. How does She exist between clouds and earth?
Well for Her, it’s easy. She can control the wind.
And between life and death?
By breathing souls.
Now try not to interrupt, I have more story to tell.
She/Her
If it weren’t for the way She felt,
about ten pounds lighter,
She wouldn’t have known that anything had changed.
But if She were to concentrate hard enough,
She knew She could make Herself float.
Later, She would ask Her mother to tell Her the story
of when She first moved the wind.
And Her mother would simply say,
no one wanted to be first to jump
and You volunteered.