Just this Once

It was  around this  time that she  was   seen    traveling with books of negro  spirituals         reporters    invade the   sacred   with     the   desperation   of   conspiracy     everyday      she   chanted    wake   the   children   sleeping  and  wished    for  his  disappearance     everyday   he    returned.      Dorothy   Day     or    Bresha    Meadows     the    blows      the   puzzled   winds   of     the    chosen         keep     a    record      for   them.     When   the  time  arrives  like   a message    watch  out    for  them.    If  you’re   brave   enough   to  sleep  beside    the   woman  you’ve   beaten      watch   out    for   them.     And    so    the   child   of     14     entered   the   quiet    legacy      and    shot   her     father   in    the   head    while    he  gently  slept.    And   so   the   nest    is   no    longer    a cage  but   maybe    a    graveyard.   And    maybe   it’s    fun    to    watch   a monster    die    and    see your     father   again   with    his    new   eyes,  how   she   healed  him   crying       it’s   so   nice     to    watch   you    die.    America,   this   is your     dream    come    true.     This   is   your       perfect   Meadow      this   is     your    first   black     president    Bess    is    your     woman     now           confessing    and         everything     real    never    fraudulent         and      as    for    selling      expectations        And    as     for      shameless   silhouettes      and     blood     wet    whispers  in the  new  sirens     and    as   for  her     protected     future         and      her     Reparations      and    her    Ruins