clasping hands together, getting down on their knees, squinting eyes closed (in decent lighting which certainly doesn’t call for such action), concentrating on that thing inside
her/his whole life has been spent in the attempt to form a memory of herself/himself when s/he is dead--- every hand that has been shook, every deal that’s been made,
the world watches Holmes sit “dazed” in the courtroom, with each mainstream media monolith churning out the sound bites referencing his eyes & his red hair---
found himself doing something of a nose hair shuffle, cause’ when she rolled over & looked up lovingly (ode to early twenty-something bliss), soaked in her own juices
how does it feel to have been a believer? after all, you voted for mr. hope & change, after rallying behind him, after believing that he would be different than all the others, after