I have a new poem up at Word and Colour, an online magazine dedicated to confronting oppression. Given a prompt with art, I spent a couple weeks trying to think of something to write that fulfills that mission. The best I could must is admit my own shortcomings. I’ve stood by and seen a lot of bad things happen, to strangers and people I know. I hope I can improve.
Tell her not to ask what I can do.
Tell her I wish someone else would help.
Tell her I’m not joining the defense.
Tell her something she already knew.
Tell her I read but I did not share her story.
Tell her I checked in & checked away from there.
Tell her she’s not in my thoughts or prayers.
Tell her, from here, I don’t see her territory.
Tell her, here, the fall has been so long.
Tell her, here, we had the Friday off.
Tell her, today, we took a thousand photographs.
We’re working through them. Tell her it’s a slog.