I Don’t Know What to Do Anymore

This morning
a massacre in Las Vegas
by one very troubled human being
with rifles stored in his hotel room
who a few weeks ago
sent his 90-year-old mother
a walker for her birthday.

Reporters said it was the largest massacre
in U.S. history, not absolutely true
if you consider the number
of Native Americans and black people
this country has murdered.
But don’t get me wrong.
Lives too many were lost.

Tom Petty sang and played
until his last heartbreak,
discovered unconscious in his home
and declared brain dead
after paramedics had rushed him
to the hospital.
Everything feels too late.

I went to Home Depot to buy pots
for my succulents
stood with my debit card
as the cashier cried to me
about a young woman
who never showed up for work.
She was killed in a head-on collision.

Spread out a newspaper
on my back patio,
unfolded
the business and sports sections
to catch dirt,
got instruments ready,
the trowel to loosen the roots,
a watering can,
transplanted the succulents
to the larger pot.
This was not an act of hope.
It was all I could do.

The Blood Donor’s Flash of Fiction

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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