Mr. Rogers
Do you think he should
get immunity,
she asks me,
Michael Flynn, she adds
and I glance up from my
computer
after reading another
article
on what happens next
or what the fuck just
happened.
I don’t know, I say
because the truth is
I don’t.
I don’t know and I don’t
know
if I have the energy to
keep going
at this rate
I can feel the center
shaking loose.
It cannot hold.
And this is before the
morning
that I will wake
to read about children
dead
about how much blood
there was
and a man who laid on the
floor
next to his wife
watching the bolts
and screws sink
in all that thick blood.
I will see the faces of
terrified children
and I will not be able to
look away.
I will see desperate
terrified parents
and I will not be able to
look away.
I will think of children
that I love
their small beautiful
hands.
I will cry in the
kitchen.
I don’t know, I tell her
I don’t know anything
anymore.
And then I realize this
is not true.
Because the only thing I
do know
is that humans
cannot
be trusted to care for
each other.
That it is in our nature
to fight
to rend
to break and steal from
each other.
And then I think
No.
That is what they want
you to believe.
It is how they divide us.
Find the helpers.
You’ll know there is hope
just like Fred said.
Keep the love,
press it to you
lay it like a cool hand
on a burning forehead.
--Ally Malinenko
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