once it blooms, maguey dies like your hand in my back pocket hand in my hand tongue in my ear green to tan to gray to black and blue bruise crescenting your eyebrow beloved why won’t you look at me today? why will you only touch me in darkness? I am not jasmine, I do…
I begin with love, hoping to end there. Recently, for an (alleged) society interview, I was asked the question “What is important to you?” With a combination of a desire to be truthful and a compulsion to be interesting, I said that language was very important to me. I don’t think they loved this answer….
Community is just as much identity as faith, labor, and empathy, and the recognition that these pieces are inextricably connected is terrifying. When we draw from our past experiences, we are able to see a pathway towards change for all of us. That includes loving and loving fiercely, and loving not just in times of…