We are a cramp nation. Involuntary, restrictive, a tool.
our periods, collectively, are politically vogue
gender representation reflects without liberation
we process reclamations as speculative transmissions
even the clouds
and now their patterns
wander lost
the simplest narratives are stored in the bends of our flesh
rancor its own habitual expression, a saturation of cultural static
transfigurations of competitive positivity, a sharing economy
Angela Davis said the political reproduces itself through the personal
how far does your radiance reach?
