April 12
We are lionesses
Do I lose myself over consequences and weird linkages I wish this story were different but here I am in my kitchen baking bread honey dripping into my sink not my honey not this honey I bake for children in the street children marching in the street am I property am I pleasure or a pretend god feeding pretend children maybe we could go into the mysterious history of god’s sisters I have given myself over to the hands of strangers mayday mayday here we are another war song another war another where was I when the bells last rang what was the song
posted by Radish King at 12:18 PM
3 Comments:
Ouch! This is a punch, a kidney punch. Where was I when the last bell rang? Oof. -Rebecca the lesser
I am probably not reading this through the lens it was written through but somehow it hit right where the crying begins.
Children in the street marching, they need your honey baked bread, they need you, we need you, more than ever now. Love.
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