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1

dear mama che
the march is done
our pink pussy
hats hung
on the back
of our bedroom
doors where we
play games
in the dark
with the antichrist
(never mind gender)
how do we keep
moving forward
now no one
is there to
hold our hands
to push us
down the street?
dear bereft
in boston
girl you keep
that hat on
your mussy
bedhead remind
yourself that
power comes
in small packages
that once you
take that pair
of big girl
panties
out of the
box there is
no way in
hell you can
stuff it back
in stay awake
don’t let your

eyes close
listen to
every song
you can find
that says
fuck in it
and sing them
one by one
at the top
of your lungs
in the subway
on the street
in the front
pew at whatever
church you call
home don’t
let them put
a hand over
your mouth
while the other
slides down
and rips out
your belly
and don’t
ever look
away from
pain because
baby now
you’ve been
born after that
well the
rest
it’s up to
you


2

moon pulls
need stirs
belly deep
your eyes
alone are
almost
enough
to bring
the stars
to me

 

3

coyotes dream wild
my heart leaps, runs with moon wind
feet soon follow suit

drums beat 
fields lie fallow
where dreams
once gasped
for life

each beat
pushes blood
through my heart
withered by
forgetfulness

how did I lose
touch
with this sound 
that moves
soil and air

how did I bury
it so deeply
that even
its echoes
were lost  to me

what began
as a pulse
on a distant
hill
grows

fills me again
with the life
my life 
of the people
my people

I breathe
the dirt
and dig deeply
of air
and know
that this
is home

 

4

you think
your hate
makes you
strong fills
out your
shoulders
straightens
your back
deepens
your voice
don't you
know that
when you
shout
however
tall you
stand
your
words
weightless
fall apart
against
compassion's
unyielding
breast

 

 
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