i just want impeccable eyebrows // for the people i love
all over to suffer less // while also accepting suffering
is inevitable // & within all suffering lives lessons &
a key to its opposite // & any extreme in either direction
is dangerous & unrealistic to maintain.

can we all get together & breathe into what is?
can we fight back against our own dying together?

IF YOU WANNA LIVE SAY YES!
i’m sick of all this death.
LET US LIVE OUR GODDAMN LIVES!

we ain’t straddlers with two feet on either side of anything, we hover the fuck above and can go anywhere.
outcasts, freaks, others who feel too much & love too hard, it kills us a little—best worst qualities clubhouse of weirdo cuties, huge extended new families—
looks like we made it look how far we’ve come kinda at least we’re alive,
which for most of us is miraculous
friends, don’t leave us so soon
i’ll fight for yr life if you fight for yr own first.
we have to really want it.
HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT IT??

cover girl says we’re worth it. yr mother told you first. & if s/he didn’t, s/he wanted to.
i think there’s more to love than what bougie white women experience—on tv, on fifth
ave upper east and park slope, brooklyn.
we out here, we’re all we got. we’re real. we exist.

i think we’ve always known love is also packing bricks in yr bookbag for the road to
revolution and sticking up for the vulnerable in us & each other.self-and-other defense is ethical violence.
it’s not up for debate, we live inside this.
we need to take everything back and divest from everything, too.
both/and we are more powerful & they know it. eat their fear, three meals a day, never go hungry for justice.

insanity is relative to power. they gave us roundabout, oblique ways to kill ourselves.
let’s not self-destruct. let’s not collective-destruct.
let’s not destroy each other.
let’s set fire to what doesn’t work, to whatever hurts us. let’s walk away embracing.

is everyone so afraid to start over?
it could be more beautiful than we could ever imagine.
i’m mad we met in this dimension, i’m mad we’re not birds over the ocean,
but i don’t believe in coincidences, kindred, family,
i see synchronicities everywhere—in the list of our names strung together,
the symbology of our birthdays, the faces we make when we relate to each other.
nothing makes sense and everything does—fuck my life, i mean, it’s enchanting.
makes you laugh.
why write the book when you can be in the movie?

stars, teams of interconnected webs of lives all serendipitously coming together in
incredible ways, sailor scouting waves of experience.
—you can’t make this shit up, can you?—
in the future, we’re all dead and we sense that all this happened already.
someday we’ll look back & think—damn, we were right about everything.

the trick is that we can transform
prediction into wish fulfillment.
we can undo the worst influence.
sometimes things work out.

let’s take over the future together.i’m so over hell on earth, i’m here for the garden of eden,
harmony, orgy of extraordinary skillsets,
or as close as we can get to heaven—& whatever
we gotta burn or trash to get there is worth it.
let’s take over the future together.