Lessons from this old house
The importance of a wet return
When we are lucky it just happens
No thoughts required
But we are not always lucky
And there are men for those times
Men with breasts and vaginas
Spilling out from their overalls
Hammers and pepper mills
Yo la tengo
Grapefruit spoon
Serrated edge
Scrapes the pulp from
From the soft inner walls
Whose responsible
For all this blood
That first gentrifying coffee
Who’s taping this
Late at night
While the other is asleep
Quiet confidence
A resting animal
Pain
Chasing the tadpole
Inside my body
A dog collar in heaven
Starbucks enema
Erect on demand
The meat between the
Wheels and the road
A bird on the other side of the glass
Our future is not a marshmallow
It is liquid sunlight
There is a couch at the
End of the bed
A table and a chair
Paper on the desk
A dim light reminds us
Of of old toys
Sifting through old photographs
Thinking deeply about
Mindsets of the people
In the pictures
We live in the gift
I am feeling the rush of anxious emotions that I’m sure most of my good friends are experiencing at this unbelievable turn of events in American History. I am a white, heterosexual, male, feminist, liberal, artist. Not necessarily in that order. I am going through a bit of an inner conflict between my biology and my psychology right now. Every look in the mirror, to some degree, I can’t help but see the face of this painful shift in our political system. But when I look inside myself I am reminded of my friends and I am inspired to the moon by their capacity for love, understanding, and strength. All I want to say is:
THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU! AND I’VE GOT YOUR BACK!!!
It’s going to take a while for all of this to sink in. Maybe it’s going to take four years? I encourage you to allow yourselves all the emotions you are experiencing right now. Please, remember that you are the same beautiful people you were yesterday, as you are today, as you will be tomorrow. We are going to get through this, together.
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