Poem: Been Here for Years

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.

Poem: Been Here for Years