Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
My heart rings with every bell
this life has struck me. I am wake.
It’s tolling glorious; it’s sound still reverberating through me
every bridge that collapses is an abutment
of hands and elbows tumbling  over

every hurried step urgently taken out of the office pasture,
is from a cow readied, conditioned and willing to get its **** pulled for the milking

every time I see them depart it saturates the pastoral painting
begun during my youth, the base for the subsequent layers never dries

the picturesque manifest destiny  propaganda of the early 1800's
with "California " spelled on it.  
sit next to the paper with a bounty for put on native heads
over a poster of the runaway slave


"the pursuit of happiness",  that is the name of my painting
but the underpaiting never dries

so much turpentine but it seems most people never arrive there, laboring at drugstore or at a big warehouse si

never getting to use the linseed oil  

how savory some of us must taste
I weep at this thought
what is there not to weep for
if life is still sold
you and I headed like cattle



how it is too easy
la forma en la cual te decapitan
es normalizada igual que el esplendor
del sol, a cual le llaman cosa cotidiana

la forman en la cual callas sin saberlo
es naranja siendo pelada
mas no la muerdes la regalas

la forma en la cual una pandemia te desboca
es dentista jalando muela
y despues hasta le tenes que pagar

la formal la cual la estacion apgujeong no te facina
es la misma forma por la cual hollywood y vine tampoco

trabajadores en rumbo hacia todas direcciones para
no morrir de hambre
They said you get what you deserve
and I got you
something far, far better

so good for me
that it makes me thankful that all the rest left me alone
so you could find me

so that we could dance late at night to a guitar man playing Sultans of Swing on the side walk with a baby blue guitar and a small amp

You swung me out of your arms and back into them and I twirled you
You met a wise woman
who told you to laugh
and then you knew wisdom
she was not just smart



wisdom is the mind and the heart together at their best
I want to travel São Paulo
and Oaxaca with you, since you have already been to Mexico City.

I want to be better at seeing the world through your eyes too
“it is not taken too kindly when a woman speaks out and is direct. It’s seen as aggressive. Ask your wife”

“ No, that’s not true” said the cis gendered man, as he responded for his wife
Sometimes people think and operate with certain idea of the world, that they do not even know they are operating from.

I had a conversation with cis male about this and I found that he didn’t even stop to think of asking his wife. The opportunity to know  how she perceived things lost –compressed out of the conversation. Perhaps she perceived  things the same way as him. However, I think the response could stem from a place where the individual has been conditioned to not think twice about consulting his cis gendered woman partner for her perspective. Somehow it is acceptable to seek for women.

That is what I am trying to call attention to with this poem. Especially as seeing Roe vs Wade, which allows  women the right to decide over their own bodies, was being called into question in the courts.
Next page