When I’m stressed out or keyed up I vacuum. It’s relaxing, it’s my happy place. I don’t know if it’s the whirring hum of the vacuum cleaner or the idea that I am restoring some order to the chaos but I can tell you I come up with most of my best word choices when I’m vacuuming. So I wrote this poem, for our poetry tuesday, while under the influence of the vacuum cleaner. It has nothing to do with vacuuming.
It’s a departure from my other poems and honestly, I think it comes from all the social media political arguments I’ve witnessed lately – this idea that we can hurt each other so easily now, over the interwebs, without ever seeing each other’s faces. It’s disturbing that we can be hateful so easily, so long distance. It bothers me.
Anyway, that’s the backstory…if there’s a backstory.
Hope it conjures something good, true and beautiful in you today-
discourse I should be afraid of you because you can hurt me concealed weapon open carry doesn’t matter knife, gun brick, hammer truth, lie doesn’t matter I should be afraid- my own limited arsenal not enough to counter your attack, your retreat doesn’t matter both bring injury near fatal wounding close, closeted, commonplace pain perhaps we should both be a little afraid. ©ADC 2011