it's uninsured amateur electrician tuesday
My son thinks he’s seeing lightning bugs
for the first time.
He’s only four and doesn’t remember last July.
“Don’t try to grab them,” I say.
“Hold your hand like this.”
We stand by the cemetery fence.
I show him how to raise his palm up beneath them,
a pink platform floating up through the dark.
“These are big dipper fireflies. They dip. They swoop.”
I draw a “J” in the air.
“So, we catch them from below.”
He lands one, too hard, and laughs.
“Gentle. Don’t grab. Just watch.”
The little beetle turns a half circle and flies off.
“Can I keep one?”
“No. We don’t keep. We only visit.”
Out across the cemetery,
they are shining green and yellow on the graves.
We are growing old.
The Earth.
The nation.
The village of ghosts I call myself.
“Do they sting or bite, Dada?”
“No, sweetheart.”
Not in the way you mean.
Not in the way you mean.
This is why I hate the like, casual ha ha aren’t men awful jokes that people like to casually throw around.
Like, men are victims of the patriarchy too, and loneliness and isolation is what brings out the worst in people.
I’m not saying you have to be nice to or defend wretched men, but don’t treat them as wretched just because they are men. Treat them as wretched because they are wretched.
A departure from rigid, binary gender norms benefits all of us.
my girlfriend is able to take like a 20-min nap and bounce back with full energy. idk how she does that. when i lie down i wake up 12 years later in a hospital bed i rip the IV out of my arm and stumble into the hallway the whole building is littered with bodies, i make my way back to my house but my wife and children are long gone
































