I’m like sound waves
I can’t exist without resisting
That gun shouted, “Sutherland Springs!”
But impulse chartered an emotional flee
They say I’m interior free
Rose petals flake and
Cast doubt on renewal
Still, anticipation shadows me

We’re stuck on survival
The id distorts, making
Us shoulder a burden
Of hydration and hopeless romance
News crams sobriety
Down our throats – fielding reaction –
A dipole dance
Stop the notes, you’ve
Mistaken anger for hope

About the Author

Born in 1998. Hayden Baggett always fail to read between the lines.