Tonight the dusk
seems like it will last forever
and the silver crescent
moon is going to hit me on the head
if I don’t duck in time.
But the last paleness leaves the sky
when God spills
an inky black mess
across a beautiful sunset
as an afterthought
decorates with a dash of glittery stars.
I wrap the luxury of my earthly concerns
across my rounded shoulders and exhale and wonder
about my heart and if perhaps I should try to
break it just to see if it still works.
A Friday the 13th massacre in Paris and
yet I had a pretty good day on Friday,
and for this
I am not sure if I am grateful or guilty.