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tonight i descended

exhausted and rushed

to fetch my car

from the bowels of an overpriced

underground parking garage

in manhattan


and while i was waiting in

the cavernous echo

i watched two people

get into a fight.



two cars entered the concrete womb

and screeched to halts

and a woman got out of one car

with a baby in a carrier

and a man in a baseball cap

got out of the other.



and in the muddled hurricane of

their screeching

i pieced together their story.



their cars had nearly collided

and the woman had said

something

to the man

that he had misunderstood

that had led to him

telling her to fuck herself

and her telling him

to go fuck himself



and before long

they realized

that he had misunderstood

the very first thing

she had said

that had led to this whole conflagration.



but it didn’t help that

he had misunderstood her.



they didn’t care.



they were too angry at this point

and within two minutes of

this shouting match beginning

he was shouting



lady



you need to just calm the fuck down

just so you know

i just lost my father



and she said



yeah well i am sorry to hear that

but i won’t calm down

i’ve got a baby here

and thank christ you didn’t kill her

you fucking madman



and god i missed new york



but i didn’t miss this

in new zealand



with everyone being all

quiet and suppressed

and murmury polite

and

she’ll be right

mate

she’ll be right



and the man

who’d just lost his dad

gave

as his red faced finale

to the raging lady with the baby



saying

i’m the calm one here

lady

i’m the calm one

you’re losing your shit

and i am the one being calm



and i squeezed my eyes shut

and i cried and laughed inside

and as i drove away



i saw him on the sidewalk

mr calm

who’d screamed

go fuck yourself



and i rolled the window down



and i said



hey i’m

real sorry

you just lost your dad



and he looked at me

with his baseball cap

and his sad sad tired eyes



and i said

my dad’s been sick

and

i have a little kid

and i understand you both

and

i think everybody is

truly

on the brink

of

losing it

right now



and he looked at me

and blinked back tears



and he said



thank you,


lady


thank you

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Ted Thomas

A little understanding can go a very, very long way...

walter ray brock

have read this 3 times, tears come. I know I am living a fairly privileged life but also feel very limited in helping others and this reminds we can help even if we can't solve.

Ash Anderson

That's a poignant moment. Thank you for sharing.

Joni

thank you

Kim Bowie

That may have been exactly what he needed to hear at that moment. You done good.

Janet in Georgia

I almost forgot that your dad has been sick. Im sorry :( my dad was sick for a really long time. Lost him in 1996 when I was 17. It seems so long ago but not. He didn’t even get a chance to meet my now husband I started dating that same year just a couple months after he passed. This story made me feel some feels. Thank you. ❤️

Emilly Orr

Sometimes, all you need is someone to see the suffering, and reach out. Even if nothing can be done. Even if it's just, hey, I hear you. That *can* be enough to sustain for another day.

Jennifer Okumura

Beautiful. I needed this today. Thank you. ❤️

Glitter Space Kitten

Did you know that one of the symptoms of burnout (stress fatigue) is diminished ability to empathize? Also loss of the buffer needed for emotional control. This story illustrates that so well. We're all still carrying it.

amandapalmer

the difference between the new yorker and the kiwi is that a kiwi would never in a billion years blurt out that their parent had just died. they might gripe at one another, but that shit would just never, ever get into the mix. i love new yorkers. they make me feel normal again for sharing all my fucking feelings all the time.

Gail Gallagher

Wow. Thank you for you presence in their moment. A present 🎁

Deborah Geffner

Oh my God. I'm not crying. You're crying. Ah fuck it, I'm crying.

Robert Williams

And, again, you’ve made me cry. Happy tears, sad tears, tears of lost for those I love no longer here, tears of longing for those still with me that I see too infrequently. Love to you, Neil and Ash ❤️

AndrewG

Thank you. I needed to read that tonight.

Laura Wellner

I love this. So many people are in this hair-trigger burnout from the world going to shit, and what is calm anymore? Oy. Love & hugs.

Cariushka

We’re all on the brink man, never knowing if we’ll keep holding on or if this is the time we fall. I finally got covid this weekend and have to take a week off of work unpaid. I hate the worry this causes, the strain on an already tight budget. We’re all just begging for some fucking help, a little breathing space, a few moments of understanding. America is getting harder and harder to stay in, we’re not interested in building communities and holding each other up. We’re only interested in what can be done for us alone and fuck everyone else. I’m tired and fevered and just trying to get through

tichwi

I read all the time about acknowledging our children's emotions and allowing them space to feel those emotions, but no one talks about how adults need that just as much. It's so hard when it seems like the whole world is feeling so many BIG emotions all the time, all at once, and no one is left to share their calm with the world because we've all joined the chaos instead.

Cally Brown

Thank you. This thing that you did is how the world heals. But damn you, you made me cry AFUCKINGGAIN!

Carmen J

Thank you for stopping and showing him humanity. I know you would anyway but here is my gratitude. xxx

Mary Loftus

We were just in Manhattan, and my 92-year-old dad has COVID for the first time (but I think is going to be fine) and we have observed that everyone is going a bit crazy, and I just had my husband read this poem and he did it out loud and it was a great impromptu reading, so thanks, Amanda, for all of it.

Thomas Herlofsen

I ACTUALLY WANT TO BE A FIREPLACE When I was young I thought I wanted to be Nick Cave or Neil Gaiman Now I realize that I actually want to be a fireplace To warm you when you are close To incinerate your garbage To light up November evenings To make you think that right here To emberglow in solitary corners of the night Easily started but contained before burning the house down To burn To die Not to be missed until the cold comes

Doug Ryan

You did good, kid. Well done.

Tapio Peltonen

I didn't know I needed to read this, but I needed to read this today. Thank you.

Sam Huish

Imagine what that must have meant to him. To be seen and understood. And you did that 💛💛

Marija Milisavljević Grdinić

I live in a country where people generally don't care about each other and often get into much scarier shouting matches. I don't want to be that person but, tbh, sometimes I am. I guess all we can do is try to change the toxic patterns by changing ourselves and doing better.

Brian Fitzgerald

I'm curious what he misunderstood. It must be hard re-acclimating to the US. I don't think folks who have never lived elsewhere know just how weirdly shaped by our culture we americans are compared to the rest of the world. When I first moved to the Netherlands I went to get passport photos at a local shop. We spoke in Dutch, but the guy behind the counter asked me if I wanted the European or American size, as he could tell I was American. I asked him if my poor Dutch was the giveaway. He said my Dutch was fine. "It was your haste." 🫢

Lynn Robinson

Sooo heartbreaking . We are all on the verge of a precipice 🥲

Rhianne

Oh boy, I'm definitely on the brink and I can't decide if it makes me feel better or worse to know that so many other people are too <3 massive hugs

Zoé Grin

Loved your poem. I'd like to be a fireplace, too (and also Nick Cave and Neil Gaiman, and Ursula Le Guin and Akwaeke Emezi, which is a lot of people). It reminds me of this beautiful sentence in a description of Gandalf by JRR Tolkien - sounds pretty unrelated I know... "Warm and eager was his spirit (...), opposing the fire that devours and wastes with the fire that kindles, and succours in wanhope and distress; but his joy, and his swift wrath, were veiled in garments grey as ash, so that only those that knew him well glimpsed the flame that was within." Sending fire and love to you. 🔥❤️

Jen

❤️❤️❤️

EmVT

your poems are so good, thank you for writing! (((💜))) you sound like a fish in water being in NYC, somehow the dude shouting that his dad just died is like a trust fall. there is something so beautiful about that.

Marie O'Reilly

Thank you. I'm lying on my bed instead of working in the other room because I'm exhausted. How close I came to screaming at the doctors receptionist that I need a face to face appointment for my autistic ADHD teen to discuss anti depressants for seasonsal affective disorder and no a telephone appointment doesn't help. I took a deep breath and took the phone appointment that's 3 weeks away. My body still feels the stress of every struggle with the over burdened NHS for help. Just one interaction being simple would be such a relief

Zenobia

I often think of you and your unending compassion/empathy for everyone - especially when I feel like I am not doing the best job at being patient with others. Thank you for being such a steadfast reminder of how to make the world the best it can be.

Lucy

This is so beautiful, words cannot describe. I hope you continue to grace us with your poetry 💜

Ria

I like this one a lot better than the first because it radiates compassion instead of (seemingly) glorifying a destructive behaviour.

Lori Snyder

This is one of my very most favorite things I've read lately. Thank you.

Joanna Lindblad

on the brink and everyone's diving in... calm voice soothing troubled waters (such a simple yet powerful gift)

NakedSunFlower

A very touching story, I actually read it like a beautiful poem. This story proves that we all walk on the edge, no one knows how fate will turn.

YourMagnet_adult_version

Thank you for this story and for continuing to morally support people who need help or just a kind word.

Eric Woodard

This hit much harder than you can imagine. I lost my own father last week. Cancer. He'd been getting better, right up until he wasn't. We had just had dinner with him the day before. My daughter called him from her dorm later that evening, just to say goodnight to him. We got 'The Call' last Monday. No good news ever comes before 7AM... Hard to put into words all the feelings that go through your head trying to deal with something like this. Trying to be functional enough to do all the administrative things that go along with a death. Simultaneously trying to be there for the rest of the family while also letting yourself just grieve. And through it all, the world just keeps on going, and as much as you don't want to, you find that you need to keep back up with it. As much as I didn't want it to, I know a lot of those feelings I just couldn't process wound up getting distilled down into anger. Just a sort of untargeted, blind rage at... everything? Nothing? The ideas of everything and nothing? And it sucks that I know I have probably let that out in some entirely undeserved directions the last few days. I mean, I feel like I've been walking in a fog for a lot of it, so I can't say for sure, but just so... So yeah, this one cut pretty deep. Thanks for sharing. Take care of yourselves everyone, and each other.

John Contarino

alt title: "Poem for the World 2022"

Parker

Empathy and Gentle hugs, and a prayer that you’re blessed with what you need to help you get through this.

Vita Matulytė

Blinked back tears too. Unexpectedly. Thank you ❤️