at times it is easier to focus on the little
things that annoy - how the cat purrs too
closely. Small annoyances that destroy
the day. even the mediocre grievances
of not being young anymore, or graying
hair, creaky knees: how a child should've
bonded our marriage not destroyed it: even
these are easier to bear than the reality of
when asked she couldn't tell me where he
was only she had heard a few years back
he had lost his step daughter to a random
bullet - even this tragedy caused me no pause
did she know? somewhere in the vicinity
of where an ocean touches Vera Cruz
there
I prefer the pettiness of life than my reality
