Blood Prism

Some of Us

53 Some of Us have not been stricken so we’ve seen the little stars have heard the small trees snapping felt black and orange earth. Some of us haven’t moved the knife against ourselves the brain gone mannequin silly blood the dog is lapping off the floor. Some of us have not counted out meticulous the pills. Some of us have never fired a round, waited for the squad cars, never hit a child, taken money for a lie, become strangers to ourselves. Some of us a given night have not lost hold of sleep thought life would drive us out. Summer and the rain. The moon alone and beautiful, some of us have not wished to quit on love. Some of us have never begged to change. ...