…was what she said as I walked past
and began to laugh.
I imagined a bomb somewhere
killing a family on their way
home from church.
As she laughed,
I wanted to shake her
and ask her
why.
I knew she didn’t have an
answer.
She was just a messenger,
so someone would know
their hurt.
Maybe the crazies,
enjoy being the only people
able to say what
needs to be.
Even if that is simply
“fuck off”.