Sometimes...

I think
I should cover up the words
black them out
with a pen
redact
them

or give you
a trigger warning 

in advance.

I don't want
to frighten
you

or the children

by mentioning
unpleasant
facts.

Sometimes I think 
that if I speak 
slowly
*
space
the words out
let them fall
on your ears

in
small

pieces

of
meaning

you will be able to take them in.

Our bodies
are already 
overwhelmed traumatized
paralyzed shot through with anxiety
marinated in fear.

Perhaps
some chocolate cake?
a warmed piece
of pie?
or
coffee?

wine?
lots of wine?

to coax
you
to whisper
in your ear

THE CHILDREN
**our children**
ARE TERRIFIED

We aren't running
away from their fear
my dear

We are simply
collectively hiding
from our own.

Here
**my hand**
this match my candle.