You Can't Kill Me Twice

Ten o’clock, New England.
A local pub along a disappearing old road
somewhere near Concord.

Two quarrelers
meet in the middle of a dream
and take ten paces.

even if they come and go, even if
you drift and grow,

that they can share the earth,
and there really wasn’t ever a good reason to kill.
And no war happened
ever again.

The War That Never Was
Two men meet in the middle of the sky
to start a war.
Their men wait
for their command.
After circling each other,
minds doing figure eights,
they decide to fly on top of the tallest mountain
to gain perspective.
On the mountain,
the two drink tea in silence.
They share photos of their families
and watch the tiny villagers below
move about their lives.
They come upon agreement

the idiots will praise destruction
as a cigarette lies down to rest.

left a suicide notebook
dedicated to blaming me,

“Hi, hello, hi, hello.”
But people passed, never daring to make
eye contact or throw a hello back.
I said to him,
“Hello, how are you?”
And he said, “Oh, thank god! I was beginning
to believe I didn’t exist or that I had lost my
fucking mind.”

sexually harassing,
raping,
and gaslighting

White powerful men
want to reappropriate
the term “Witch Hunt”
when defending themselves
from being held accountable for