pain is now televised
pundits ponder the
circumstances
terrorist ties?
white male loner?
more gun regulations?
fewer gun restrictions?
does any of that matter anymore?
have we accepted this as the
usual business?
sometimes pain
overrides the well-worn
patterns,
overcomes the malaise.
i find curses slipping from my lips like wine from a carafe:
emboldened red,
dizzying,
potent.
but please,
don’t show me
i’m all pained out,
the story remains
the same.
Praying for Eyebrowz 