My heart is not so small that
it cannot ache for the many;
my conscience is not so limited as
the number of words on my tongue;
and my attentions do not only bend with
the curve of my lover’s spine.
i am human and
we
have an uncanny knack
for feeling with every star in the sky
and since when has Andromeda glowed
with the light of a Facebook post shared?
(but skin, i’ve heard, can be scorched and broken,
and even nature needs time to process calamity.)
There are a lot of afterthoughts in my poems, and this one I felt like I needed to add in light of the AME Church massacre last night. Ramadan Kareem to all, and I hope you find peace in prayer and community. I had a whole post planned out but my Ramadan zen has given way to a lot of hunger and wooziness.
Neiha Lasharie 