Monday, October 28, 2019

Poem No. 1: Everything Is Ours

To take care of everything
is first to make a refusal of it all -

because how can you 
sing and dance and laugh
in the streets before this:

taking each and everyone 
into account, face to face
including you

caring for the broken pieces, 
bleeding scratches, 
salty tears, 
blackened bruises,
ceaseless and reckless words,
gaping wounds, 
silent fears, and loud ones too.

Not to mention - 
snotty noses,
dirty underwear... 
shattered minds,
all of it.

(Unfolding yourself
to see the others
as they unfold over
again to see themselves:
like a tapestry of everything 
we did not know 
until now. Sharing and
borrowing. Giving and
taking. Swapping and
switching;
blurring the bounds
of ownership)

Then - everything is ours.
Refuse anything else.
Reach out towards
barely working bodies
aching to speak their own
aching to know their own 
language and sense of self

You might lose yourself 
but you'll come back
to an exquisite stability
in all the ways you thought
impossible, and have 
this superhuman ability 
to claim what's yours
and yours alone. 

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