Am I
Am I
Am I
the only person who ends up ripping the cereal box closure
that now will never close properly.
Am I the only one who then spills the cereal all over the floor
Am I the only one who then spills milk on the floor
my mother says
my brother says
my sister says
don’t cry over spilt milk
Today I am crying
because that was
the last of the milk
In the neighborhood Where I live
Garbage
I mean heaps of garbage
I mean an abandoned shopping cart
filled with detritus
I mean a suitcase
contents spilled out on the sidewalk
Again eating chocolate because I don’t know what I can do
I am disabled
In a wheelchair I don’t know what to do
Call someone?
Who?
Will they care?
The homeless will always be there outside my building
I think I’m safe
The day Alex was killed across the country
I cried in the dark waiting for my transport which was over an hour late because the driver got caught behind protesters.
I felt vulnerable.
I felt unsafe
I felt abandoned
I just wanted to get home.
Who knew a National Tragedy would affect me in California?
I am a disabled woman in a wheelchair
I wanted to be home and safe
WAS I?
(Damn! Where’s my chocolate?)
