It’s my right

My landlord’s house burned down!

What the fuck? We are standing 

Around wondering if he is going 

To evict us so he can live somewhere

In the gardens I fell asleep on a bench

With my legs splayed I wondered 

If anyone took a look at me and thought 

“Is that bench all she has”

Oh I have a lot baby… I have too much 

Unwanted abundance is all around us

The donation bins are overflowing 

There is a lot to go around hope everyone 

Has been practicing receiving but 

I know you haven’t and I know you’re ashamed

Shame is flowing through the city 

Guilt fear anxiety but also a gentleness

And a compassion that feels normal

And not striven for. Amazing stuff.

It’s not over and more winds arrive

Tonight, or tomorrow, or Tuesday, or…

Imagine how goofy it feels to be afraid 

Of the wind “what even is wind” 

Well we are afraid of it and bearing down

On our days and nights like horses on bits

I am looking for a safe wavelength 

I am discouraged by the way 

We will have to lilypad and hop and fix

And be nimble and loving and serious 

And funny and smart and lucky 

For the rest of our lives and if I had a gun

I don’t even know where I would aim it 

I will punch someone though I think that 

Can often get the message across though 

People don’t take punches by women seriously 

Isn’t that crazy like my violence only symbolizes 

Me that is so wild to have projected onto me

So I won’t punch anybody I guess I could cry 

People take women crying seriously 

Isn’t that crazy like my tears are as effective 

As a guy socking someone in the jaw 

Anyway how did I get here I’m just writing 

Bad poetry as is my right as a person

In the midst of a disaster and all my friends

I know would be happy to agree