no matter what we pray,
no matter what we cry,
no matter what the news anchors deadpan
away,
no matter what the truth is,
no matter the color of the sky,
no matter the eleven years i've waited
for this chance,
no matter the rights of us the people,
no matter what we pray,
today is the day history is being made.
today is the sharp edge of the knife.
today we are pleading and screaming for freedom.
today we are being prepared to die.
Posted in response to the challenge Election '24–Women.
darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i
have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,
pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
it is november now which is unbelievable
because last night we got blisters on our feet running
house to house in too-small rainboots, our wings
flapping lopsidedly behind us. it rained on and off
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A healthy interest and care in the world around you is something to hold onto. Keep your spirits high; we don't know the outcome yet!
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