Picking The Scab

sad.........weary...........groping for
connection with bloody fingernails.

grooviness.............crying
a lot today...........it is confusing

for the boy........a sun blessing
sprinkles our home

in interesting shadows
still i weep sporadically

good news.............memories
a giraffe galloping

across
the
hard
wood
floor...............here

everybody is racist
I begin

with my self...........acknowledge
my shortcomings

finger the pages
another book

maybe this one
will heal

that wounded
part of me

which takes up space
in our collective

spirit
grooviness