Bread, some milk of human kindness sorely lacking,
Edward Sotomayor Jr,
teardrops, wails, earplugs for the sirens, screams,
Stanley Almodovar III,
buckets, mops, plaster, artists at the door,
Deonka Deidra Drayton,
roses, balloons, teddy bears, the sound of crying, laughter
bricks, mortar, rainbows, solidarity, hate thrown into stale alley bins
Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz,
soup, candles, empathy where none exists, where people come together
Oscar A. Aracena-Montero.
There’s something I’m forgetting
something I will keep forgetting,
maybe pieces of a lunatic, a pine box, shovel,
anonymous one dug to hell, thrown in an unmarked grave.
More music, laughter, dancing, singing, painting on the walls
Mercedez Marisol Flores,
Enrique L. Rios, Jr. and so many more,
balm for broken hearts, some thoughts and prayers,
a promise made that cannot be acknowledged,
to Do, to Be, and not to be upon a list,
and paper, I am running out of paper,
And some Kleenex.