Outlawed In-Betweens
The Less Depth, the Better
Black or white.
Yes or no.
Something is or it isn’t.
Square, not a box.
Circle, not a hole.
Cover, not a book.
People crave simplicity.
Who, what or where is welcome,
But how and why cause migraines.
How and why draw another axis of reason.
How and why provide depth.
How and why give the Questioned a brain
And make them human.
Explanations shan’t exist
In a world drawn by simplicity and control.
You expect a kindergartener
To draw cubes and prisms in a coloring book?
Absolutely not.
So why must there be grays in with blacks and whites?
Why does “maybe” exist when we just want a yes or a no?
Why would a lack of certainty be allowed when something just is or isn’t?
And why should we learn more from the pages of a book,
When we can shallowly filter in a message from what’s on the cover?
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munsona day ago in Fiction
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