Hey lady did I trivialize my father’s cancer eating him down to the bone?
And then my mother’s doing the same?
Did I trivialize the fact that cancer has slayed my ancestors one by one and who knows where it might hide?
Did I trivialize how the doctor had to take my eye out to put a buckle on it so I wouldn’t go blackblind?
Pimples might seem like a small thing to you
But when they fill with pus and bleed they’re no small thing on a woman’s face
And broken hearts may seem like nothing but it really does feel like jagged glass in my chest
And if it happens again they might tear clean through
I’d like to tell you about global warming
And the planet poised for destruction
But the magnitude is too great for me tonight
I can only name my blog for it
manage my trivially broken heart
and mourn that there is no arm to nest in
that my skin will sweat under two down quilts
and then grow clam-cold along my belly and beneath my breasts
so I shiversick in the draft of morning
I may not be a master
I just wanted to tell story about the magic that happened in my life
once upon a time and long ago
so that you would sleep more sweet tonight