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Alanna Watson, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency:
The No Way José
Take both hands and shake them furiously in front of you to suggest, “No, I refuse to accept the reality which you have so callously presented to me.” Or, “That’s enough guacamole.”
I say it every time, but I’ll say it again: pitch perfect.
The river stones are listening because we have something to say.
The trees lean closer today.
The singing in the electrical woods has gone down.
It looks like rain, because it is too warm to snow.
Guardian angels,
Wherever you’re hiding, we know you can’t be everywhere at once.
Have you corralled all the pretty wild horses?
The memory of ants asleep and day lilies, roses, holly and larkspur?
The magpies gaze at us, still waiting.
River stones are listening.
But all we can say now is mercy, please rock me.
-Written in Mourning by Yusef Komunyakaa
/poem transcription via Pearls and Revolution