San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Rosalee Thompson
SAVE THE HUMANS
 
I used to have
have a nice day eyes
personalized stationary
25 minute coffee breaks
Now I'm sitting
in a row of grimy orange chairs
mentally counting final unemployment checks
 
I used to have
dreams of Club Med
winter and summer clothes
dinner and a movie nights
Now I fill out
applications in my sleep
leaving my blood in government office trash cans
 
I am not a lawyer anymore
I am not a reporter
musician or
butterfly collector
 
I wish god was alive
When I was me
I saw spring melt into a sunflower