i am breaking open. i am breaking open. my cells ache to break apart. this corporeal manifestation longing to be dust. i'm not sure how much more i can transmute. a musty filter in a decaying house. i'm not sure how much more i can weather. a dry tree sweating against wild fire. every bit of my willingness strained to avoid rotting or burning up without any awareness what is in between disassociation and fury. i want to offer you something to help you keep going. i want to offer you something to help me keep going. i want to write the words that bring understanding. that invite love. that breed courage. that melt hatred and fear. i want, with gentleness, the goo of transformation, the digestion of the parts of ourselves that now only wound, that now only inhibit, that we do not need. the transformation of white supremacy and manifest destiny and doctrine of discovery and nationalism and all these confused ideas, naïve misunderstandings of purpose held onto into an adulthood arr
You've just finished a small Mother-in-Law in your backyard/a sunny basement apartment/a tiny house in your ample side yard . You built it because you had the time and the skills and you wanted help paying for health care/to pay real rent to the Duwamish/a white person to pay you reparations . You live off the 5 so I can visit my baby nibling without transferring busses/the light rail so I can visit my family in Tacoma/somewhere in sight of a lake so I have people visit me there . We see each other often/infrequently/sometimes and when we do its usually because I'm weeding your garden/offering you raw desserts/bringing my bike in when you're heading out . I am typically early to bed except in the Summer. I keep the yard tidy and my music playing is getting better all the time. I'm more than happy to check on your pets if you're on vacation or home late. You let me paint the walls and plant my own plots. You are generous with your resources and take responsibili