You heard about this new
film.
It sounds terrible.
Like, Do Not Go See This Film.
But you said you really
want to see this new film.
I was like, Please stop.
Do not go in there.
But you’re at the
theater already. Popcorn and all.
You told me I am so
boring.
I said I would rather be
boring than dead. Don’t go in there.
But you said Stop
Mansplaining. And I couldn’t tell if you were being ironic.
So you go in there.
The sounds I hear I
cannot forget.
Like iron socked into
damp wood. Over and over with tears.
I fell to the sidewalk.
I wept.
Oddly, I thought of
plucking tomatoes with my aunt
and what’s been lost as
I picked the brains
and chum and nuclear
waste from my eyes.
I tried to tell you not
to go see this new film.
The film is over. You
are dead
and I am burning.
