Boys Shot Through

Our land is free and just, we yell
with raised flags and white faces as
blood leaks over our complicit hands
and we make monsters of boys shot through,
reveling in our blind eyes and dark hearts.

Arms Outstretched


You reminded me, standing there
cupping your wine glass amidst the
hushed conversations about breast cancer,
growing children, and refugees in the world,
to walk outside in slippers with
arms outstretched to the sparkly, dusty snow.