First poem in a while...

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i have no use
for slogans.

last year’s posters fade
curling from the wall.

who is this president to me?
snapshots and scandal and bluster.

some days i share a room with death,
some days i sit in the whirlwind of 7th grade girls.

right now the only thing i have to offer
is that i am here.

let me hold your hand
while the world burns.


​dani gabriel