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.
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
I walk home wearing twin braids with bows
and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.
Snow like a blanket, thick and white,
I want it to fall all through the night -
to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,
her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins
and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too
and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked
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