Stacie Hargis
Beyond the TV images
Or stories in the paper
Beyond the bright alerts on my phone
It’s on every shirt I put on: a scent of injustice carries me through the day
Memories pop in and out of my mind, bursting a productive thought
It fills my tub as I sink in for a bath
Lines my sheets as I pull them over my body for a few hours of rest
It swims around my cereal bowl, filling up my spoon before I lift it to my mouth
Reminders of what is no more
The unexpected twist
Is the more I let myself feel the decay
The more I start to recognize the change
Perhaps then hope can emerge
