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 Saturday's National Protest.
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.
My grandmother never cut flowers with scissors, raised her nonexistent eyebrows plucked beyond all veins of recognition, blinked one eye fishlike & said a knife was all she needed.
the robins outside my window don't care if it is sunny or snowing. we have passed the 20th and their wings are made of maple sugar & time.
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