People Power

I bought the earrings ’cause I was sooooooooooooooo bored that the boredom carried me into the earring store. 

I’m sorry to the giant antique urn. I’m sorry to the magic. 

That every single day I obscure by floating above the sidewalk in all black like a ghost on my way to buy the earrings. 

Every time you were above me it was like there was a spirit hovering over me. Like there was a demon inside me. 

I don’t know where you are and the search for you possesses me. The search for you is rattling in me.

When I first met you I was like oh, I found you. Thank god I found you. You’re finally here, I am finally here. 

I am floating toward the earrings and I am pulling toward the world. 

The hot pink flowers like rich girls. Ripe fruit. Who sit outside all day with the flowers. 

I was so scared. I pulled the car to the side of the road.

Where the Indians used to live. Where the insane asylum used to be. 

Where the white lady used to glow in the mist.

When we were on our way home from Newtown.

And I tried to smoke the bowl. I was scared there was nothing left.