the words I want to say are caught in my throat…my country ”tis of thee….tiki torches lighting hateful nights…
My beloved dog has liver damage from the drugs that saved her life…love one another as I have loved you….we have no leader…I am ashamed.
Too many flags, too little dignity….my husband and I are growing old and still in love…the lady weeping in the harbor…the white hats in Syria.
I need a mammogram…two crazy men with silly haircuts, yelling across frightened people with death in their hands…
Choking..my throat tight with tears
My country, these beautiful forests burning, ”tis of thee. I try to speak, but the lump of emotion gets in the way,
And I am choking.