We are Met with Silence (a poem)

I. Relativity

Have you noticed?
The homeless population is increasing
In the LA tent encampments
Surrounded by luxury cars
They plan to change the world
They are our only hope

At night, they bake beans over trash-can fires
Tell stories of their downfalls
And imaginary triumphs
Then they cuddle up in their tents
And scream into the void
They are met with silence

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Teeming Masses (a poem)

Like them, I have sought to comfort
But discovered there’s no comfort
Found when hanging on
Edges and screaming into voids

I am devoid of blessings; I wish
I listened to the prayers
Of my grandmother, when she
Gripped her rosary and asked Jesus
To keep me safe on lawless nights

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A Feeling that No Longer Exists (a poem)

Grief is not a neat, five-stage process that can

be completed like a grade-school assignment.

It’s more like losing someone and then losing

yourself, as well – there’s shock, denial,

and depression – but also the feeling that

there’s a new void that’ll never be filled.

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