Dimples on the Edge

The ceiling in my kitchen started leaking

The person above must have a dishwasher, or something

It doesn’t matter what

The electricity shorted out as a result

And now I’m writing in the dark

On a busted laptop screen

So I can’t check for mistakes

And none of this matters

It’s a minor inconvenience

In the face of genocide, intentional cruelty, violence, starvation, and apathy

this is This is all a minor inconvenience for me

because tomorrow morning, I can call the agency and get someone to fix it

But nothing can change the horros of the innocence lost, the millions that have and are suffering

My minor inconvenience may for major , but that’s because I’m soft

Non of this matters, not really, not truly

If we can’t stop this genocide, this starvation that colonization, those rapes

If they come for them, it’s only a matter of time before they come for us

A minor inconvenience

That’s all it really is