at least then they’ll have done something

if i die at the hands of a gun
i want every lawmaker 
to have to knock on my mother’s door
and deliver pain like she’s never felt before 
it would make the pain she felt to deliver me
seem like a soft kiss

i want every lawmaker 
to look my father in the eyes
and understand those dark irises
won’t see another generation come to be
only come to pass

i want every lawmaker 
to ask my husband what color casket i might like
and i want them to ask a million times over
so many times over
because he can’t answer, he won’t ever answer,
he can’t see color anymore 

i want every lawmaker to
dig the hole so deep in the ground
their collars become stained with dirt
and their spouses are pissed 
that dinner’s cold
and when they let me down one last time,
standing over my grave,
i want them to know
it’s me who looks down on them

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