i hate when you ask me about tomorrow

i don’t know who Tomorrow is,

mom, dad, please.

Tomorrow is a shadow and

our flashlights do not shine

can not shine light that far into

places that dark, even though

dad, you are in love with those shadows

imagining you can see what is there, and

mom, you are trying to love those shadows,

imagining you know what they are shadows of, but

we don’t, i know we don’t, i do not like

looking at things i can not see, being

blind when i could choose not to be,

so, please, let me look around at

what is well-lit, what is within reach,

please, let me be Today.

i do not like staring at places i can not see.

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