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what I am looking for doesn’t matter. that I am looking doesn’t matter. I exert no meaning.
You have more rights than the undocumented: I need a permit to uproot you.
Nature cannot be redeemed. It is your wish to redeem it, to set things right. It is the impossibility of redemption. It is the lover walking out, their self-justified gait as they disappear through the tunnel of flowers.
In the forest, grief lives a new life as devotion. Early August leaves play at color before surrendering to both man-made ground and messy slopes collecting undergrowth. I wonder what’s past resistance to change, on the other side of fear. If I don’t look down, or walk away. Step over the snake instead, realize both living and dying require giving up.
I felt like I was climbing up those fungal discs toward something endless, beyond my birth and death, into my here-ness and now-ness, the scent and silence overwhelming me, seeping back into my pores.
the dark rain veil making a bride of the mountain.
the spider builds a new web every day bigger each time in the left corner and then the right the spider once worked above us while we slept & then in the morning the spider spun itself into silent waiting or longing maybe invisible but for its hunger
We corrupt a landscape through the planting of foreign flowers.
if we had horns, we’d do your god’s work.
As they gather their things to seek shelter, the smiling mother comes over to tell me the child has asked her with wonder “Is that man Indian? He is so beautiful!” and that the same morning they had told their mother they wanted to use new pronouns
NO ETHICAL TRANSITION UNDER LATE CAPITALISM
Even if I abandon this medicine that keeps me breathing, the company still makes a killing.
crows are turning hostile architecture into homes, constructing cyberpunk nests from anti-bird spikes— strips of sharp metal pins meant to keep them from perching on buildings. I’m definitely rooting for the birds
Resistance is struggle against impossible circumstance, refusal, the will to survive in the face of annihilation; it can also be the surviving remnant enacting revenge.
I’m not coping very well, but who is, really? I’m somatizing stress, sleeping badly, eating too much candy, drinking too much alcohol, forgetting to exercise or hydrate properly, falling behind on everything,
obviously you can’t grab someone by the shoulders on an airplane and scream YOU ARE WHY THE WORLD IS ON FIRE, which is good, I support that, I should not have done that, but that’s where my mind keeps going, to an alternate reality where I did lose my cool,
Have I ever been happy? How long has the AC been on HIGH, feeding us our own sour breath and dead skin flakes?
