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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.11.23.15.16986]] |
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morning phone call half-asleep Mom tells me terrorists hit the World Trade Towers and the Pentagon Mom tells me this all means that Jesus will be returning soon turn on the television see the images i am afraid and i am alone because my husband is already at work he works an earlier shift i drive to work in a daze more of a daze than usual walk across the parking lot look up at the crisp beautiful blue autumn sky go inside all the supervisors are walking around sending people home i am happy because i hate my job i get to spend the day with my husband we talk nonstop listen to the radio form theories go to wal-mart go to the copy shop laminate a collage go to my mom and Joe's house watch television and i am going to join the army and kick allah's ass how dare they fuck with us in the name of some stupid god some fucked up version of paradise waiting all their lives to get laid in another realm god i am going to write some poems to show the world how pissed off i am god they are jumping out windows how the fuck can they do that my god my god my god i cannot imagine i get dizzy thinking about it there is no ground to stand on we are not safe stocking up on bottles of water everyone we know is buying an american flag my cousin jimmy and his wife heather are going over there and they might die, too everyone is angry everyone hates men in turbans they come over here and buy our motels and keep to themselves who the fuck do they think they are there are insane lines for gasoline everyone is going to wal-mart there are refineries all around us we are not safe we've got to leave the country we've got to find an island somewhere an island that doesn't mean anything to anyone a land of coconuts and sand there will be no commerce there will be no god there will be no flag there will be no towers there will be no churches no call centers no wal-mart no gas station we have got to get away nothing means anything anymore. |