Reawakening...

After watching part of The Laramie Project
on my DVD player, I feel again the fear I thought I’d banished
to the primordial part of brain back when I was 22 and
finally getting over the event.

I’m too shaken to leave the house,
mail the postcard. I see villainy
anywhere. I want my happy,
post-cancelled picket line
self of 120 minutes ago
back.