Ugly
Reality robs your soul of purity
rendering suchs quandaries as:
do you follow their speed limits?
do you dream your dream or just keep on?
chicken or salmon for din din?
I’m not fortunate enough.
I recognize I was wrong time
and wrong place
and
maybe I never should have been.
I bet your mom loved you.
I bet your extended family shares holidays.
I bet you all share the same language
and continent.
I bet you didn’t consider railing pills to stop the hurt
or
forget the ugliness for sparse minutes.