Tagged: u.s.

somehow, we are all

somehow, we are all
americans until we
are not – immigrant

solidarity has always
been this fragile, unrooted
.
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less than a week in,

less than a week in,
and our bodies are already
heavy, no, even

heavier, holding it to-
gether, for this many more days
.
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even in the land of

even in the land of
the free, we collectively
grieve when no one
is stepping up to
lead us,
hide our sons and
daughters from our
neighbors, run directly
into traffic,
masked or unmasked, struck
by the myth of
heroes and villains
.
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we are practicing

someone is counting

someone is counting
the 71,497 fires ignited
across the Amazon
rainforest since
January to make way
for soybeans. someone
is standing in the
middle of a farm in
the Midwest, watching
the rows of soybeans
rotting in the fields.
everywhere, the
land whispers
checkmate
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: soybeans

perhaps there are more

perhaps there are more
than two americas, maybe
a third, a fifth, a
two hundred and forty
second
america, given a
chance to
change
ever so often
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: chance

for the moment, we

for the moment, we
are oarless, drifting in our
particular brand

of hope, altogether one
nation, innumerous tribes
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: hope

red, white, and blue, we

we are arriving

we are arriving
at a moment that feels new,
but is no doubt a

repetition of earlier
moments, lost and not yet found
.
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