You Met Me at a Strange Time in My Life

I am often reminded there’s

a life outside of irony,
sounds beyond the sirens we triggered in
the shy hours of Thursday morning to watch
subsequent protests forming
because we were

on our final warning
with lawmen of
our common plight,

willing to indict ourselves because
well, they’d already black marked
our kind.

And if I was going to die
in the dark, might as well do it beside
a girl in love
with broken

But we grew up to learn the value of
a rising sun, that producing
smoking guns was
not always worth
bullets for.

Those little wars are
too damn costly, and once they begin,
there’s no pausing until both sides have

lost in droves
simply to show the world
they’re winning.


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