She smiles like a mission statement—
all vision boards and decaf compassion.
Says she’s rooting for you,
then plants rumors like heirloom tomatoes:
carefully spaced, watered just enough
to grow wild in someone else’s yard.
You know the type.
Squeals I'd never
right before she does—
but soft, with mittens on.
The kind of sabotage that
leaves no fingerprints,
just your name
smudged under a headline
she pretends not to read.
It's embarrassing.
She curates concern like a lifestyle blog.
Screenshots your grief as hers
for group chat empathy drills.
Leaves the door open on purpose,
then texts you
how sorry she is
that someone let the cold in.
You never asked her to stay.
But you notice—
she always stands in the same frame,
just close enough
to gobble up the good lighting,
to crop you out.
The mirrored door of our medicine cabinet came off its hinges today. You were searching for the waterproof band-aids you made me buy because every time you have a cut you wash your hands thrice as much. You said it was wasteful to change your band-aid nine times a day.
The mirror crashed, sending your image in shattered fractals in the sink, on the counter, woven in the new seashell bath mat. Thirty or forty or what seemed like a thousand glass pictures of your two month old bangs. So you grabbed the scissors with ease from the newly freed shelf and went to work without a band-aid. Trimming your bangs back two months.
Tiny hairs
on the porcelain sink–
Ants on honeydew
Tiny hairs
on the porcelain sink–
Ants on honeydew
Quarks, bosons and gluons
Atom-smashers collide with a pop
Temperatures over 4 trillion degrees ~
'Big Bangs' leak into a mop
I
Think of a huge pond or lake. It's been raining. While ripples fall and send their concentric circles further and further, you no longer see individual ripples and circles. Although it's now a confusing criss-cross of space and time, you can track back to the individual raindrop that started each ripple - backwards in time. That's the way to understand what was before each Big Bang.
II
Why would there be only One Big Bang? One singular event that altered the thermal equilibrium? Especially since we have the Second Law of thermodynamics implies the universe becoming more and more random from where it began. So, going backwards in time we get to:
a. No randomness
b. No time ( the universe forgets both time/speed and even how big it is).
c. The analogy of raindrops hitting the lake surface ( space-time canvas?) may now replace the raindrops with BLACK HOLES. The black hole in our Milky Way will collide with the ripples of another black hole in an expanding universe, where the "ripples" also keep going out further and further. But so are the other "ripples" in the universe. Hence, big Bangs.
BANGS
dyed-up bangs over my face like prison bars
fine, without fizz
i need a facelift
tiger’s eyes, striated, squinches
the familiar room seems faceless
dim
the din of one trapped
guilty of nothingness
a pin drops
no one hears in the dark grass
9/5/2018
Finally, my way is clear
I can see the the beauty in all
Things others don't notice
Or dismiss, as insignificant, small
The sound of water flowing
The smell of crisp clean air
Inundates my being
With what all living things share
I let go of all my fears
And open my eyes
Only to see stupid bangs
Hiding the revelation that cries
.................to be KNOWN
Fighting against their presence
Despising the hair on my head
Life drains from wonder
And plummets me into the lake of the dead
The sunlight shines down
Piercing the comfort of sight
I move my bangs for full vision
To reveal I've lost my light
After much struggle and anger
I leave my bangs where they are
And I begin to perceive
The blood, torn flesh, the scars
I just wanted to see and enjoy
But bangs, like a curtain, got hung
Between the spirit and natural worlds
With the rhythm of "Broken" continually sung
....with every BANG of BELIEF
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-03-2018
I stay in my own lane,
steering dry
of the train,
Don't care about
the fame,
Just trying to
make a name,
So when the gun
bangs,
who lies in the aim?
who dies when it flames
Two lives in the drain,
Who dies from the pain,
Who cries from the gang
Who lies when detained
Who says they were framed
from blowing out
his brains
He's dead!
They exclaimed
Tears flowing from the sane,
The shooter is deranged
Prison,
his new domain
But really who's to blame
Family crying from the pain
Funeral is not the same
Who will cry when they sang?
That's when the gun bangs..
Anxiety Bangs At My Skull
Written by D. W. Breidenthal
Oh,
have
mercy
on my soul
oooh... x3
Can
you
hear
me x4
You make me
literally
fly sky high
The sky's
The limit
- let's spread
Our velvet wings
& reach to the
Deep, deep
Universe
Sometimes,
I just have
The urge
To fly...to fly
and slowly,
But surely...die
The roof's
Above our heads
- but let's break
that
Barrier
and
Break
free
from
the
world's
Misery
Oh,
have
mercy
on my soul
oooh... x3
Can
you
hear
me x4
I'll drink in your curse
Oh,
have
mercy
on my soul
oooh... x3
Can
you
hear
me x4
Anxiety
Bangs
At
My
Skull
Now.......... I fly... I breathe... I live...
I break free... I ache...
(oxox) Freely (xoxo)
Oh, have mercy
on my soul oooh...x3
Can you
hear me x4