The Bloodshed is Only Digital

I’m spinning,

but only w/ my eyes.

My entire side hits the ground

while my seeing 

is all tossing itself up against the ceiling.

I’m going somewhere all from

right here.

I’ve gone to Guam before homeroom.

I can see the war 

all from my couch

if I just stare at what 

my mom is staring at.

Her fingers rub into my scalp 

like she

is kneading out 

the pure knowledge 

of the bomb.