THE TV WON’T SAVE YOU

There is doubt that sits upon the very bottom of my toes.

Rubbing sand against my teeth, only to show my blood is black.

Old newspapers dispersed on the kitchen table where the cats sleep.

Glasses full of water, sink is full of dishes, rats eat my mind.

Time is thrown in a closet, for days that seem to fly.

When children begin to die due to lack of knowledge:

Books don’t exist anymore.