We know death
is futile know death
as 3.5 thousand
retweets a trauma
a thing named
empty in internet
measured in the slow
bend of your fingers
clicking the quiet
tempo of expiration
your spleen
in the shape of a gun
in the shape of a pen
I am going
door to door
collecting story
I place a tape recorder
at the edge of a child’s
stroller and watch
her position it between her teeth
chew on story
and argue she’s agent
of her own story
I dream of america
as nightmare
as child placing drone
in mouth as mother
placing drone
in child’s mouth
to condition her tongue
to the taste
of america I see you
door to door
in eviction
court I attend
and a judge asks
to see
my face so I show her
my blood at the edge
of survival
an audience
of w(h)it(e)ness
Sir, why
are you being evicted
which system
what history
I know your trauma
is a thing we’ll name
breaking
news your trauma
a hunger we crave
your trauma behind a paywall
your trauma we measure
with clicks I document
futility to feed america
more story muddled
by story there is a child
crying in front of a pink wall
as her home is demolished
in Palestine
it moves one to tears
to watch
your own reflection
on a screen
your face in anguish
at another’s pain
looks so sweet
almost heroic.
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