Some of Us Won't Come Back

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Passover
and the fullest pink moon
rising
everything full

everything up
while everything is
empty
and down

can I mark my door frame
with the blood from
the blisters on my
feet

I cannot stop running away
sleeping with the windows open
sleeping with my eyes open
not sleeping at all

the numbers rising
color coded graphs scream
the same surging sad statistics
in isolation

everything goes up and away
some of us won’t come back
must a cold wind bring snow
again in April

can I mark my door frame
with the blood from
the tongue I’ve
bit

we remember pasts of being
chosen and set apart
saved and risen
some of us won’t come back