my mouth, too
wide open
and yet my
tongue tied
droplets of water on
deleuze
delusion
i swallow you whole
i am on- to you
and i like to take in the (pause of your) sentiment
then i’m thinking of blood baths
of different sorts
i will slip into the water
my blood spilling out of me
surrounding me
i am bathing in
a symbol of my unborn babies
i savor these moments, these types of somatics,
bodily poetry
you should all stop asking me
when this will change
(a woman’s blood, her womb, her pleasures and pains
are none of your business
unless she wants to tell you
and yet
you’ve made it so
that it is so—
turned everything into business (as usual))
just please remember: there is no season for our demands
i am doing this for a reason
it has to come first
i have to
it’s the only way,
somehow
then i’m thinking about:
fish laws
the meanings of the word “spent”
how people can be so beautiful
refering to something like a recipe
ecology/genocide
response-ability
i haven’t known what to say
in years
up there, it was a
little different (i don’t want to
give a place too much)
where in the
actual
world…?
[i heard them screaming and you did, too, and i had to escape as fast as i could and you did,
too; we practically flew out the back door and i wailed into leaves and we both left and i
refused to go back for over a year, now pieces of this reality become part of dreams; and you,
you got so far away]
so
called
some
one
good
night
you
were
there
all
along i waited into
waded in to you, oh, you,
oh dear, dear
touch / pause
re-hash
re/kind(le)
what these relations are/what are these relations
for now there’s nothing else
and i was yours
may poem
filmy vision
we have been welding and wielding:
an idea of a
new type of colony
one that is not
at all
a colony in the usual sense
not colonized—
de-colonized, in fact
with
lighter
longer
days
for all
touch as an important moment
momentum
some freedom
to keep some
emphasis on life and openness
not punishment not penalty not confinement not solitary for days and weeks and years and
decades not servitude not torture not abuse not free or low-paid labor
not lack of fresh air not lack of good food not lack of exercise not lack of medication not lack of
proper care not lack of respect not lack of visiting rights not lack of voting rights not lack of
human rights
not victim-blaming or shaming not criminal-blaming or shaming not this innocent or guilty not
treated worse in the eyes of the law which is blind to its own deep fault lines and measures
how do we reset?
let’s weld this
this idea
rhythmically
steadily;
it is about
time