my mother laughs in her sleep
& this becomes a moment where
i do not want to die.honey, listen:
i do not want to die.plague or no plague, there are still
flowers left to braid into my sister’s hair.
there are dishes still unwashed. thereare still things out there that might
make mom laugh like that again,
only awake, see?what i’m trying to say is
take your hand away from your goddamn
throat. unswallow the bullet that you
haven’t eaten yet but won’t spit out.(honey, listen: don’t die.
it’s warm out here, somewhere.)plague or no plague, we are not dead
even though we could be. we are not dead
even though we wanted to be.my mom, she laughed in her sleep
& i wrote you a poem. can’t you find
something to stay for?honey, we know what she dreamed
about, but we have this until we find it.you have a head of hair
& i am pretty good at braiding.
the flowers are still here. my mother
is still dreaming— we’ll learn,
we’ll learn.
i want to take lazy summer naps with you
Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock from August 15-18, 1969.
As its international women’s day, please spare a thought to all the women and girls living in societies that are not as developed as ours:
The 1 in 5 adolescent girls around the world that are denied their right to education.
The 15 million girls that are married under the age of 18 every year (that’s one every 28 minutes)
The 640,000 women and 400,000 children trafficked each year.
And the 88% of women across the world that do not have access to sanitary products.
(via floaur)