Pain wells up
inside us. It is so
poisonous that
w
e
m
u
s
t
c
r
y
i
t
o
u
t
.
Some people
turn their teardrops
into bullets,
t
h
e
n
f
i
r
e
t
h
e
m
a
t
u
s
.
The holes put
in our hearts pour
tears of blood,
t
h
e
r
e
d
r
a
i
n
o
f
s
o
b
s
.
How do we
make the weeping
stop? Not by
m
a
k
i
n
g
g
u
n
s
o
f
o
u
r
e
y
e
s
,
but by making
mirrors of them, by
looking at each
other, listening.
We can dry our faces,
and see clearly.
Infinite Ocean 