"all lives matter,"
“LOOK AT ME, I TOO HAVE FELT LOSS!”
Right, OK, Sure
Would you really run into a stranger's funeral and scream bloody?
Would you read them the definition of murder from a Webster's?
While a too young body
lies truthfully and dead?
among bright flowers, wrung hands?
cast-iron lullaby goodbye's?
Do you censor your hard hearing?
Does it hurt your feelings?
I continue to be fooled by the myth of multi-tasking
Of keeping my mult skin
like ketchup packets in the junk-drawer
think they must never consider anymore
than one thing
at a time.