We make totems, talismans, make tokens of our meaningfuls
and wish to gods we’re beautiful
dreaming full of wishes and woes
Wondering where our money goes
before the last of the month
Restores it to
less than we started with before,
We look for meaning in the details,
While demeaning bosses gouge our entrails
We sacrifice dignity for security
And wish the world we had was enough to sustain us
But humans are defined by lust
And must admit defeat against the tides that guide us;
The moons that pull us to
Home fires never felt warm enough just
So we score beaches and temples with our footprints
Push our hands into the dirt to feel it.
So speak to sisterhood peoples,
Remember to Read Burned books
Look, at illicit things
Seek mischief (it’s out there either way).
What joy there is in letting go!
What bravery there is in loving ones you know might hurt you
What life there is in our most vulnerable, most delicate state,
We raise the stakes.