and the futures market
in conservative and liberal outrage
peaks and spills over,
everyone ugly and loud
behind cloth masks
like bank robbers,
you decide to give
zero fucks
you turn to the book stacks
read up on your history
the buildup to World War Whatevs
thick novels that made people weep
back when your parents'
grandparents
fetched their water from a frozen
stream, clean and fast-running
in the midst of wild winter
storms
while outside your cozy, safe
well-lit home, your glamping tent
your dented SUV
little crocuses push themselves
out of the pale dirt, stems wobbly
weak from lack of anything
meaningful
in the devastated soil
of the earth that holds you
gently, gently
like a new blossom
like you matter.
Author Bio:
Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan writes Florida noir with a dark humor. Novels include Project XX about a school shooting (Salt Publishing, UK, 2017) and What I Did for Love, a spoof of Lolita (Bloodhound Books, 2019). Kelsay Books recently published the poetry chapbook the disappearing self.