My Body Remembers You
My body remembers
the imprint of yours
as though we were molded to fit
each other’s curves
My body remembers
the imprint of yours
as though we were molded to fit
each other’s curves
I am there
with you
holding your hand
sharing your tears
singing the song
with you
I will lay down
my life for you
when the words
are not enough.
but when I take you
in my rugged mitts
you cannot help but agree that
goddamn it
my hands look good on you.
We’ve witnessed these same small, irrevocable steps towards totalitarianism in other many other countries and I’m afraid to say, I think we’re watching it here.
It seems absurd to say it, but there is now a large percentage of America that views us (liberals) – also Americans who love our country and just want to be allowed to live and work and love in peace – as the enemy.
The Russian hacking spectacle has become a car crash that the American people cannot look away from. Donald Trump, however, would very much like you to look away.
More than half of Trump voters either don’t believe or aren’t sure about what is already known and accepted fact. How do we even begin to communicate with people who can’t agree on what is obviously right in front of their faces?
The sooner this racist, misogynistic, homophobic abomination of a presidency ends, the better.
We need to stop pretending that we don’t know exactly what this is. We need to stop waiting for Trump to be presidential or dignified or to denounce the violence of his followers. This is the white-supremacy presidency.