Next, a poem that burst forth today. And I haven’t even started on the male gaze and the female venom.
I want tell you
Before deluge before disrepair before self-destruction I want to tell you
Before I start saying what I won’t regret tipping my dog for a smile charging for mom’s pictures I want to tell you
Before the bad overpowers the good all grapes turn sour first world problems disappear I want to tell you
we done did it ourselves.
What you are about
to see are scenes of discomfort around where I live. You know and I
know that this is nothing. People are dying, animals are tortured,
crime is the norm, it’s hard to live. And yet, this is Tuscany.
It’s scary to feel it creep in.