The Way We Came
all that we lost
returning to us
somehow / in the dead
of light / this mad laughter
carried on the wind
the man just barely holding on
against a 7-Eleven wall
repeating the word “mom,”
into the night
reminds you
how important it is to care
for a stranger’s pain
and why not start now
and so you do
you ask him his name
and a little about his mother
who, come to find out
has been dead for 20 years
“still feels like yesterday,” he says
through a wet slosh of hair
and it’s all right there
“are you helping or are you hurting?“
someone has painted on the walls all across town,
are you getting this down?
you need to know
that there are so few reasons why
we are here at all
and they start small
and like this thing that will only get worse
if you don’t do something about it
like opening up a window
and instead of jumping out
just breathing in
you gotta know sometimes
that just holding on is enough for one day.
Horror Sleaze Trash 