I know what burning flesh smells like
do not be too disturbed—
it has only been within the sterile walls
of an operating room
Cauterized before hemorrhage occurs
I watch the sun blink goodbye / just in a matter of moments / This bright orange sphere…
Yesterday I witnessed the sky moments before and after a sudden burst of rain. The giant clouds darkened and danced in unison.
I stand on my privilege and ask my sadness: what is it doing here? How dare it exist in this space when I’ve only uttered this phrase a handful of times?Â
