i don't know how to make tragedy go away.
i don't know how to get all those people
to stop staring at the homeless woman
drooling barefoot in front of Old Navy.
i don't know how to get the father to
take back "dirty slut", what he
called his thirteen year old.
i don't know how to get life long
friends to stop fighting in silence
about things that don't matter at all.
i don't know how to tell you to stop
checking your email, because whatever
your waiting for isn't coming.
i don't know how to hold you and
take all of your pain away and make
the stars bluepinkpowdery and real,
the way this is real.
i don't know how to make the classical
music start playing, and the movie scene
to change, and the hero to win in the end.
i don't know how to bring him back.
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry.
i'm so
sorry.
