i am tired of feeling as if something is needed to be said in a world where everyone everybody, wants to say everything saying everything all the time in our heads out loud and fast, furious at the world at the wombs that bore our tongues wounds we watch from the bleachers popcorn in hand, ready to do the dance that thing we do when the attention wanes waves of boredom we swim through the borders terrorized with crayola white fragility us, making due, making death, at the margins silence is a fabric, terrycloth at best worn like good christians, slaves, consumers a brief gift to be lauded, vacant applause clapping at nothing, laugh tracks and funerals there were fires, we heard noise big enough to fit tiktoks into the smoke, seismic, has a lot to say one day, withering, we will not.
Gorgeous brother
love you big time brodie