My mother taught me
two wrongs don’t make a right
though often enough
two rights 
make another

and my mother said
turning the other cheek meant
you were stronger than
stooping low

and I’ve never been the one to follow
“Don’t go to bed angry”
I’d never sleep
but if I wake up angry
I let the sun burn it away

and I wish I could teach the world
that since we’re always spinning
we always have another right

another cheek
and that every sunrise we could vent our anger
into the smothering cold of space

but I guess not everyone had a mother like mine.