it crops up now and then
like a chronic condition
until then
I ignore it
and so do you
I sit there
drinking my coffee
lights low
in the morning
after nightmares
with a part inside myself
shouting
“This is bullshit! This is bullshit!”
In the quiet
and nothing gets done
and nothing gets said
I ask myself a million questions
I do not have the answers to
and neither do you
and I wait
and the clock ticks
into eternity
and I wait
and there are
no apologies
ignore
ignore
ignore

~Jenny