Mark Danowsky
How I Try
I can only be
                              in so many places at once
This of course includes
                              so many versions of the past
I make dinner
                              before noon
                                             for two households
                              wanting to share
                                             my love
I wish I was less
                              limited by my own [de]vices
Making the best
                              of a horrific situation
                              I know
                                             is something
                                                            I know
We Miss The Virus We Know
We broke America
Not just the internet
Not this time
After just 244 years
Which is not that long
Any historian will tell you
We are Bad Rome
Ok, a historian will not say
“Bad Rome”
Just the reference librarian
I grew up with
Like a brother
Victorian, fin de siècle
Fashion met death
Chic to appear ill
Before heroin
Before crack
Before fentanyl
We ruin ourselves
If we are not ourselves ruined
Signed capitalism run amok
Crossing the t’s, dotting the i’s
I’m scared and I’m white
And I’m not the only person
To think or say that
I’m trying to say I’m sorry
To Gen Z, To Gen Alpha
Who I have had such faith in
I’m trying to say I want more
Chances for meaningful experiences
Without the dread
For all those I have locked eyes with
As well as those I will not
Have a chance to know
I tell myself again
I’m ready
Be done
Lone wolfing it
I want to leave
When there is something better
On the horizon
Beyond death
Mark Danowsky is a Philadelphia poet, author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press),
Editor of ONE ART: A Journal of Poetry, and Senior Editor at Schuylkill Valley Journal.
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