Untitled Fear Poem

I am not afraid to grieve any longer
I am not afraid to cry for those I never met
tears fall for the dead 
they are my weapons
against the killers and their accomplices 

i was/is/remains
interrogator of my own interiority
afraid 
wrong, or worse, right
wrong, or worse, write
wrong, or worse, verse

care for a loop_de_loop?
rite makes mite
mite makes life
life makes rite
right? 

Ending Eve

all nations bow
all states kowtow
states low n ripe w it
northwesterly winds bend the left handed 
twist the right handed and ambidextrous 
and we need all to twist the lines 
they drew new maps and implanted 
eye was given far too much importance 

whattabout the ear? 
whattabout. umm. the ear. 
is it sexy? yes. what’s that saying
about having two ears n one mouth 
u should use them proportionately 
always thought a 90/10 split was 
“more appropriate”

Los Angeles, 2020