when our walls shake
we hold onto anger like a lifeline,
and cling to it the way we clung to our mothers when we were young.
just the other day, i imagined our fingers would slip,
i was thinking we would all die together
to relieve each of the other’s pain.
i was thinking that we brought it upon ourselves
after the last of our efforts were spent
glorifying ourselves in vain.
even with our hands grasping each other
and bodies close together
we still stand apart on islands of blame.