After Paris


I turn off the news, dry eyes,

go to bed. He asks how I am,

this white man married

to a brown woman. I tell him,

I’m sad for Paris, of course,

but there are people dying

in attacks like this

across the world, every day.

When the towers fell

we were frightened and angry;

we’re still dealing with the aftermath

fourteen years later. I am

broken-hearted for Paris

but I am frightened

of what we will do.