6.13.16

Real and actual weekend words that need no explaining, given the recent great tragedy.

6-12-16

When you wake up

You never expect the scales

Would be so heavily tipped,

Filled with the felled

Matchsticks

Of what could have been your friends.

Will they see it?

Will they fill their pockets with bullets?

And trace with their fingers

The spidered glass,

Coming away only a little cut?