The Trouble With Ourselves


All life is is forgetting
how to live inside my skin,
how to breathe,
how to speak my language,
how to run wild in the wind,
how to know,
how to wonder.

it is learning,
how to carry worry on my chest,
how to take in measured breaths,
how to say the right things,
how to think,
how to fold.


life is filled with magnificent things;
like white smoke swirling skywards;
moths that come out of nowhere towards the light;
shoots that push up through arid land;
the gurgling sound of water on rocks;
hills and their trees.

the only trouble with
beautiful things;
we look and look at them
and we go blind
and we forget.

The trouble with ourselves is the same.


…shells in our hair and 
smoke in the air and 
broken hymens and 
healed egos and 
titillated minds and 
loose waists and 
reconstructed faiths and a
female god and 
genderless garments and
holy kisses and 
unholy losses and 
tender men and 
hairy women and 
shamelessness and 
steamy sex that is always sacred 
fearful and tearful men and
listening men and healing men and 
women sighing sighs of relief and 
justice and 
forevers cusped in righteous indignation and 
permission to be angry and
thank the ancestors and
scoff at power and 


A Short Reflection on Class

Am I socio-economically privileged? Where is the tipping point between being unfairly advantaged over someone else, and their being deprived of necessary capital; social, economic and otherwise? Do I have too much, or do they have too little? Does this capitalist, neocolonial world leave me endowed with more privilege than I should ideally have, or does it leave others inhumanely deprived? How much is enough? What is the threshold for wealth? At what point are we rich, at what point are we poor, and in what ways does the presence of the other define what group we are to belong to at any point?

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