Fake Ambassadors
March 19, 2018Two Poems by Athena Kildegaard
So, the unknown unknowns, as a man in a gray suit once enunciated.
So, the unknown unknowns, as a man in a gray suit once enunciated.
Are humans any smarter than frogs in a pot?
What if he holds tight to his belief that gender is more important than having his own child pray for his soul?
As others try to warp my identity, it’s not always easy to feel that faith is a blessing.
Every walk I took with my daughter, the world opened before me as if newly created.
I pondered Norma’s offer of salvation. Even if I believed in God, could I believe in one so spiteful, so churlish?
Thoughts about my death don’t hijack me anymore, although I can still capsize into the swamp of fear if I dwell too long on nonexistence.