It can’t get any worse—just July and ready to skip straight to Auld Lang Syne.
Imagine a whole decade of this;
Imagine centuries.
Perhaps hanging a new calendar of beloved pets and problematic kin doesn’t actually dig up every weed.
Hemlock or jimson, most are invasive.
One, an old family friend only recently reached out.
Serotinous, he felt compelled to share George Floyd’s record—
With me,
With the world.
Even though lynching’s still not a crime,
He wanted to rationalize this public execution.
This family relic of mine,
Dispersing heritage.
But I hit delete,
Even though I know the voice he echoes,
Goes on speaking,
Perennially.