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Instead of any kind of solution, we destroy our own bodies in misdirected anger

At the systems who brought us to this current breaking down

(at the march, I watch waves of cross-hatched wrists crash past me

and I wonder who we are trying to destroy

Wake up! my darlings, my three legged dogs, my beautiful bipolar comrades

No more little destructions!

Let’s take the battle from the roiling in our chests to the streets

Stop burning the inner skin on your thigh

Start burning down prisons

I am asking for your full wakefulness, no more energy drinks as self care, please

Look me in the eye, tell me you’re sober and hopeful, whole and beautiful

and believe it

(or look at it this way

think of what you could be doing with the hours you spent organizing your thinspo tags

of dead Soviet gymnasts)

If you’re going to weep because of the creeping darkness that is shaped

like your father’s hands

Do it on the steps of the Capitol building

Where they will have to look at you every time they cut funding for child protective services

My tabby cats hit by cars, my seventh grade crush who killed herself,

my friends who swallow their pills like communion,

my lost migratory birds on frozen prairies,

my survivors who doubt even that,

All my tender and broken things who I hold to my erratic and unpredictable heart-

It’s a slow war out there

Believe me when I tell you it’s alright

Or, if you can’t manage that right this moment- take my hand

We can work to make this all right

Alright?