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[ ] called me the other day, said he would
send me the money i needed / ( ) said i should
be relieved: unafraid of the manipulation of it all. my dog
sleeps in the sun every day & i dream of lemon trees
from a different continent, haha, diaspora poetry, am i right,
anyway, I thought of _______ at the picket today, reading
Olufemi in the rain as another Indian girl held the mic up for me
& asked me to be careful of her book (her favourite): another
diaspora poem, haha, am i right, anyway I texted my psychiatrist
today — he has a job under capitalism just like me 🙂 he gives
me medicine & advice i ignore & misplaced hope in the system.
bell hooks says she came to theory because she was hurting &
i would like to know where i can go: please
hold this umbrella for me while i read this poem in the rain,
& we can go everywhere after. the academy is coopting the term
decolonisation — the university has a stake in empire — neoliberal
feminism is incomplete and insidious — reform can be positive, I want
to scream that [ ] called me the other day & said
he would send me the money i need!!!!!!!! they are quoting Darwish
at the picket & i am finally breathing again, i wish you were here
to hold my hand & teach me abolitionđź’–we are gifted this planet
with all of its lemon trees & we are wasting it, not holding
each other’s hands while we’re here, look, sorry for
diaspora poem-ing but have you seen the news? have you
seen the hashtags? do you still watch TV? [ ] called me
the other day, made a joke about the news, said
how awful, isn’t it all, what do we do, where do we go, i am holding
your hand through the static again, at the picket i thought of
[ ] calling me, evil as always, nestled into the structures of
manipulation in the abusive [redacted] industrial complex, [ ]
makes jokes sometimes, makes me sick, makes me tired, makes me
tell the stories i hate. i like the one of how my newborn
body went unheld by [ ] until i was 6 months: the same time
that [ ] spent not smoking. picked me up with the nicotine
addiction, haha, diaspora poetry, am i right. [ ] will never
read this, i am thinking about the term “collective fullness” & how
everything i do is half-empty, all chemically-incoherent in my brain, i’ll say it,
fuck the world that makes us live like this, i will see you
at the picket
& the next one
& the next world.
& at all the parties we throw in this one