CHASING, CHASING
From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
It occurs to me now
that no one hears my song.
Still young, I am discarded.
I don’t anticipate being surprised
at my aloneness in old age.
I am only honest with the moon,
people don’t look past my stained clothes.
Everyone chasing, chasing—
And me, too.
My chasing-chasing
is my hoping
that they stop.