Saturday, September 20, 2008

Very short poem on a Saturday morning

White American Guilt

Two women were buried
alive
in North Pakistan
for choosing their own husbands.

My friend told me this
as we walked
in Arlington, VA
heading back from a late summer outdoor concert.

Two women, we walked.
We passed a McDonald's
and a couple embracing

and I felt the splintering
wood underneath my fingernails
as I clawed at the box
six feet underground.

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