a place in the world

must be nice to think

one has a place in the world

never to be shaken,

never to be questioned,

never to be seen differently

at any angle

(even in the deepest moments of

introspection)---

must be pleasing to the senses

to think you’ll never fade,

to wander the world in a

daze---

with a sloppy smile of

belief in a “god/s” that never

talk back,

so compassionate &

always listening to your

“prayers”

(squint & close them little eyes &

focus in whatever direction you

dream is more relevant),

with a hopeful & trusting pair of

eyes, always focused on the

authority of the state,

knowing in the deepest of your

heart that they have their

batons & bullets,

tear gas & bombs,

drones & bio weapons,

figureheads &

“representatives”

all acting in your best of

interest---

must be comforting to feel that

your kids will grow up

unharmed, that it will all unravel

like a disney film &

that there will be a light at the end

of your proverbial little

tunnel---

must be wonderful to find it all so

amazing, all so satisfying, all so

worth it, all so fun & dandy…

especially,

most importantly,

right

before

that

brick

hits

you

in

the

face.