Friend Of A Friend
Picture it,
June 2012
A girl experiences a trauma
Her phone explodes
With more "I'm sorry's"
Than she can count
And one
"You dont now me, but..."
That would hold the sharp,
Shattered pieces
Of her
As she mourned
High school is hard enough
But they,
They sheltered her
With midnight mini van taco bell runs,
Texting and teamspeak,
Anime binges,
And 4 a.m. minecraft sessions.
Fast forward a decade
And then some.
Their bad,
Sometimes selfish teenage decisions
Transitioned
To deep adult conversations and consolations
Of shitty jobs and failed romances.
Its been a while
Since she saw them
Face to face.
It's okay, the space.
They're both busy now
With life, families, and tragedies.
But still make moments to
Check in, chat, or cry.
Whatever the other needs.
Average, Everyday God(s)
He, She, and They
Are not all mighty
There are no cloud-clad kingdoms
But pothole ridden streets
And one, maybe two bedroom apartments
Inside, a lived-in space
In need of cleaning or burning,
They don't know
Dirty dishes stacked high
Next to unanswered prayers
A load of hopes and dreams
Has a growing smell of mildew
Sitting another
In the washing machine
Why do towels take so long to dry?
Dust bunnies gather
Like sins, swept under the rug
Small
Unnoticed
Forgotten
A stew of
Good and bad karma
Sits, waiting
What they put in,
They must taste
Kindness simmers softly
While bitterness boils over
They long for balance
Unobtainable
They passively pour
A cup of coffee
And analyze the space
Overwhelmed
Southern Hospitality
Below the Mason-Dixon,
People pass pretend pleasantries
Over sweet iced tea
After Sunday church.
They smile at each other
In the grocery store,
Holding doors
Longer than necessary.
Out of habit or to be kind?
No one knows anymore.
The cicadas sing
Love songs for the sunners
And backhanded bastards beat
"Please, thank you, sir and ma'am"
Into us with sugar coated sarcasm
Bless your heart
Did you think those
Sweet southern someones
Were genuine?
Well, ain't you precious.