Julene Tripp Weaver
Julene Tripp Weaver
Insidious Map of Understanding

        where no human sits still

The push of a gun
                         in the face
No child’s toy
               placed wrong

I learn countries by

Faces bloated
Against each other

Our species at odds

Blood clots,
a child’s arm torn off

They say there is not enough
                                   for everyone


       blood-guts seep
       into rivers

I wash my dishes in tap water daily
I go weekly to farmers markets

           fresh fruit rots off vines

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