initial shock begins in the heart — a few skips to jumpstart panic allowing the mind to fill unknowns with onslaughts logic is a bully punching its way through the process, the what, how, the escape routes the why will come later when breathing resumes, when you’ve formed an opinion based on the opinions of others those inferno takes, those sounds with jaws, the media brunch vomited & shared, spread germs from the scrolling dead, attention spanned across the 2.5 seconds it will take to board up a window, order canned goods to be delivered by drone, to load your weapons, to wish you had some how it ends is resignation, how reality is undeniable, how the temptations in the medicine cabinet are the only things left that know your name how it ends is on a white wall, a gruesome, gorgeous picture of all you’re made of before it’s eaten and who holds the spoon? it’s you in the mirror, it’s you in the flat screen, it’s you telling you you told you so it’s you repeating what intuition screamed while your ears were being bombarded while the mind concocted futile plans of action when you should have been attacking it starts in an agreed upon “new normal”, it ends with Cassandra, stunned and stuttering on a street corner but the bent heads don’t see her, the gabbing elite drown her out it ends when she smiles it starts again when you open your eyes Bio: Jennifer Patino is an Ojibwe poet from Detroit, Michigan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. She lives for books and film. She has had work featured in Door is A Jar, Punk Noir Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, Free Verse Revolution Lit, and elsewhere. She blogs at www.thistlethoughts.com.