unhope to hope

Dear LA,

Keep driving. Keep drinking. Keep doing without thinking. Keep drinking. Keep digging. Keep burning. Everything but our flammable delusions. Keep keeping our attachment to immortality

Keep it up

Keep plastic. Keep cows for only meat. Keep the beat of oil rigs clicking. Keep identity constructs we made up. Keep race and gender. Keep debating.

Keep it up

Keep forgetting about the only identity that counts to eternal. Keep red and blue. Black and white. Keep separate borders. Draw lines in the sand. Sit righteously on the shrine of trash island pointing your magic wand to the minions below cackling with your followers.

look at how much better I am 

Meanwhile. We choke on smog clouding the horizon regardless of the side who’s name sat inside fear. Meanwhile. Our family members lessen. A cousin primate we never came to understand. 

Meanwhile. Our only home is changing below our bloody nose. Keep sniffing. Keep snorting lines of denial and distraction.

Keep keeping our unhope.

Dear Us,

My hope is. We create an ideological bathhouse. To be naked next to difference and think nothing. Not blindness nor fixation. Just separate togetherness and peace of mind. Just scrubbing dead skin and watching yours and theirs pass through the drain. To be in awe of the sud streaming water. To be humbled by the bare breasted butt naked being of another.

My hope is,

Ritual plants a seed for reconciliation. Where nakedness isn’t just truth. But an embodied knowing behind all the things we made up.

I want to say it’s hard.

That diversity doesn’t always play fair. That difference is the only surety. That change is the only constant. That justice and joy can’t be delivered to our doorstep. That climate stability depends on a new kind of equality.

My hope is, We let of go keeping forever.