I want to say I’m ok and some days I am. Others I want to know who hurt my nephew and brother to days I shut in. We’ve been good at this, #hapa Nisei and all and it’s fine.
Like the time beyond you, Thunder crashes down.
blame, hurt, blame hurt.
new cars and houses. I’m happy for you.
In time I work up as a true belief, as poets promised to me this hero in my mind as those before me.
An artist with my shared sentiment with love.
in the hurt of my heat I want to heal you. Every wing pulled off is grown back.
things I can say, not folllowing genius, no numbers my heart sieges war for art when he says
they keep pulling off you wings.
I call on two songs only I know that keep me alive. Everything you need to hear will find you.
toys are us.