Oblivious

Both wait for the door

While you sit warm in your car.

She shivers outside.

Life Suitcases

I’m packing my bags

Carrying them to the street

And standing between.

The Saudi raised hands

In victory as the flogs

Ripped his flesh apart.

Why does the spying

Of her sharing her heart’s pain

Knife her in that heart?

Let me drain my blood

So nothing remains of you.

I would rather die.

Not the center, not

Even important, really.

You just think you are.