A Place In the World

must be nice to think one has a place in the world never to be shaken, never to be questioned, never to be seen differently at any angle (even in the deepest moments of introspection)--- must be pleasing to the senses to think you’ll never fade, to wander the world in a daze--- with a sloppy smile of belief in a “god/s” that never talk back, so compassionate & always listening to your “prayers” (squint & close them little eyes & focus in whatever direction you dream is more relevant), with a hopeful & trusting pair of eyes, always focused on the authority of the state, knowing in the deepest of your heart that they have their batons & bullets, tear gas & bombs, drones & bio weapons, figureheads & “representatives” all acting in your best of interest--- must be comforting to feel that your kids will grow up unharmed, that it will all unravel like a disney film & that there will be a light at the end of your proverbial little tunnel--- must be wonderful to find it all so amazing, all so satisfying, all so worth it, all so fun & dandy… especially, most importantly, right before that brick hits you in the face.