sits quietly on the forest floor, drinking the mist, humming, rocking back and forth.
narcissus runs to and from the wardrobe and the water, changing clothes.
he does not eat.
facecrack.
history has it pretty wrong. yes, there has been endless war and exile and return and war and exile and return. all the governors, all the queens, all the drama.
but mostly all of history has been stewarding land, clearing bits of forest, growing berries.
most of history has been calm, fluid, organic.
that history or his story, has been about a kind of man, his tiny temper.
her story
is about the rocks, the swarms, the platonic passionate friendships kept between generations of bees and plants and stars in the sky.
faceblocked.
the algorithm is consolidating all it's offspring it's instagram, it's tinder, it's snapchat.
it's all planted corners of single ballrooms.
five words.
because things in fives evoke protection.
one hundred twenty thousand dollars.
12 years 4,380 days off.
i can hear the squabble in the back of your skull:
‘who does she think she is’ 6
you worked so hard, had a family.
big ideas small time frames.
who does she think she, is 5
sure the bezos and the jobs and the kochs and the bushes and the clintons.
obama sitting in guantanamo, michelle’s navigating the wreckage, malia is at harvard and sasha's been shut up.
fucking gwynneth
goop
paltrow married a second time today.
wearing white.
surrounded by satanists:
spielberg, seinfeld, the falchuks, it was lavish.
120 grand to write about the last 12 years. how these fuckwits came to power and why they lost it.
still angry about 911.
September 11, 1973 -Santiago Chile.
refuse to not let it go, wrestle, tossle, mock, scorn and shame.
how is henry kissinger still breathing this air?
who said the andes were ever for sale?
miners, 49ers an era of sweet clementine, child brides, backwoods, american genocide.
i call on the iroquis, on the innuit, on the apache, the navajo, the sioux, cheyenne, maya, inca, mapuche.
all the mothers here with me.
the machines of murder must turn on the masters.
mass failure to comply.
pacific salt, pacific iodine, pacific munition.
the mines must never, ever sully the water, all metals repurposed, all conscience cleansed.
no acepto declaraciones de legalidades
ni en este momento.
declarar legal o ilegal a una persona o actividad… cállate y la concha de tu madre!
la anarquía es todo.
la soberbia soy yo.
