Smile

 We made a mistake. We were wrong. We were selfish. We were. Dominant. The grass grew before we got here. The trees climbed. The water flowed. Then we came. We animals. We creatures. We were hungry. We were ugly. We were in a hurry.

If we had only listened…

We should have paid attention. We should have opened doors for her, asked her about her day, held her hand, taken her dancing. But we didn’t. We made a mistake. We were wrong. We were selfish. We were. Dominant.

We will soon be sorry…

How many times must we be told not to stay out late without a phone call, not to ignore her kisses for the game, not to argue with her in the presence of company. How many times must she cry herself to sleep. She will not endure forever. She will fight back.

We will not be ready…

We are wrong. We are selfish. We are. Dominant. She provides food and shelter and love and conversation. She was the beginning and she will be the end. She is the constant and we are the variable. We will be sorry. When nature reclaims her territory. She will fight back. Slowly. She will prevail.

She will be right.
She will punish us for being selfish.
She will be.

Dominant.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.