Not a poetic bone in her body, that’s the thing
that gives us respite, most of us
more than anything, no slogans or acronyms
to make me fly an airplane
into a building, I know what must happen
for us to survive, we need a steady hand
because we are insane, as is shown
in the mirror every morning
when the floss is red, with the blood
spilling over, and we don’t have a choice
to see what we need
before having it, my fingers are crossed.