the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy? plutocracy oligarchy flip the sign around HANDS OFF APRIL FIFTH (and all the days but our shrieks have been reduced to back alleys theatre seats and april fifth screams) oh mercy on our souls no sh*t I think pink jumpsuit red lip & nails chipped with rage oh mercy & hands off
Posted in response to the challenge National Protest.
"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi
somewhere sometime someplace
it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
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