Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
Think of how much time and effort it takes to find the pen.
Find the paper.
Find an envelope.
Compose the message, including its toxic little signature.
Find the stamp.
Find an address.
Go to the mailbox or post office.
Wait either for the postal employee or mailman to process it.
Stew for a couple of days, holding onto your anger all the while.
Think of how much hate you have.
Think of how addicted you are.
Think of how unwell you are.
To do that.
To somebody you’ve never met.
To the 17 year-old survivor of a senseless massacre.
And to find it unreasonable.
That somebody might think.
You should have to wait a few days.
And be examined by a few people.
And allow your name to be included on a registry.
Before you can purchase a gun.