45,000
I stand here, washing the dishes, swearing I’ll buy paper plates and then feel bad for the environment. It’s amazing how many dishes one person and a poppy seed sized pup can go through. I stand here, washing the dishes and the number 45,000 echoes in my head, a place holder for an earlier fit of rage.
45,000 and we are facing the largest refugee crisis since the Second World War
45,000 and the Rohingya face annihilation
45,000 and PM Skeikh Hasina knows better than to ask our president for help
I put a plate in the cabinet
45,000 and Russian missiles tore children apart in Idlib today
45,000 and entire families starve and die from cholera in Yemen
45,000 and Boko Haram continues to terrorize the children of Nigeria
I put a pot away
45,000 and Honduran children live under the heavy boots of drug lords
45,000 and Venezuelans fight for freedom, a word that has become all but meaningless
45,000 and this isn’t the world I want to live in
I hiss as I cut my finger on a sha
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