pi & anne

Waiting for
the full hour’s news,
all frayed—
the bookmarks
in my bullet journal.

I want to pray,
not to someone, or something—
it’s my state of mind
to ask and ask,
just that.

The consequences
of mankind,
taken as a whole:
colouring the dots
to make a mess.

Bodies, dead.
No cherry blossom
ever
makes sense
again.

Tanka can be political, too. They can and must be allowed to, as life is inherently political, politics affect our well-being, emotional state, everything.