I have tried to paint this beautifully
in swirling pastels of childhood
like Vaseline over a camera lens
hazes of slow-motion imagery
if it’s naive to believe in changing the world
then I am still a fool
a child’s helpless grasp on hope
in a woman’s intuition
tumultuous time, tunnel vision
into a light I do not know
My body is a map and navigates
to the irresistibility of what I know
Is Inevitable And True
Can we extinguish the grandiose?
little ‘i’ and little ‘you’
release the abstract, feel the visceral
don’t let illogical go
part-time job paychecks for
fake IDs and vodka shots, not stocks
parted lips, a pause in gravity
an age where everything is not.
