I just heard that today is international Holocaust day.
I can barely write the word Holocaust.
My throat tightens.
My chest gets heavy.
A flood of un spilled tears threatens to flood.
My DNA raises its fist, wrings its hands, sighs the deepest sigh.
The grief scares me.
It has nowhere to go. It hasn’t been taught.
It has not been given an invitation, nor a safe place.
From my Mexican hammock I physically feel a truth that spans many lands.
And I don’t know what the f*** to do with it.