Troubles (poetry challenge)
CW: gun violence Forty-nine souls slaughtered while dancing. Fifty-eight music fans murdered from a hotel window. Twenty-two shot while shopping. Nine killed at church. Twenty children gunned down in a classroom. Which church? Which children? Too many too remember, too many to count, too many for your mortal mind to believe. You don’t let yourself cry because your tears might flow, unstoppable, like their blood. You might sigh, or swear, or shake your head. But soon you stop, and drive to work, and wash the dishes, and play games. You forget their names because to carry on living you must pretend this is not really happening. You bet your life it is. Senator Sandra read the news. She did not ban assault rifles, nor demand background checks. She did not call for registration or licensing. She typed 140 characters about prayers. Thought that was a good solution. They must’ve paid her a nice price to plug her ears against the screams of the parents, sister...