the skies opened up and cried for Palestine
as we stood and listened and walked and chanted
and we can’t give up until all of us are free
no we can’t let go until we are all free
March 2, 2024
locking eyes
trans on trains
but it’s more than
‘i see you, you see me too’
it’s the
‘i might know you
from our silly rectangular social boxes’
and lo and behold,
check the algorithm —
there you are
and there i am, not so much sliding
but stumbling into your dms
saying, ‘let’s be friends’
[and blaming my spouse in the process]
and i’m too nervous about awkward connections
to check the reply
just yet
but i do know you have
replied
and i think that’s enough connection
for this socially anxious
ball of rainbows.
[but now the spouse wants to know…]
March 1, 2024
the cat has been getting
braver
and brazener —
coming down the stairs to the level of the dog,
sometimes for curiosity
sometimes for food
sometimes for cuddles
and sometimes just to force the issue
of the dog’s own curiosity about her —
and every time we see
the two interact
we sternly, but patiently, remind the dog
“be respectful.”
so that she knows to let the cat lead the interaction.
[the cat still likes to bait the dog
into playful antics
that just makes her cat-sprint back up the stairs,
but each time they sniff each other/
or look without pounces,
the calm lasts a tiny bit longer
i’m certain
eventually
they’ll be their own category of friends]
February 29, 2024
a first leap day
of this poetry project
and i’m still stuck in my head
in processing a dream i had
about churches on roller coaster tracks
and fast fast carousel spins of UU congregations
for the purpose of awareness
for the purpose of social change
for saying Nex Benedict’s name
and never again
never again
never again
February 28, 2024
it’s dark out
this morning;
the rain and winds and storm and car alarm of the evening
mostly subsided,
but still threatening to continue on
into
the rest of the day
today
February 27, 2024
let my imagination play
and take me away
to somewhere in my own brain
but maybe not
~there~
[that’s not a very happy place…]
February 26, 2024
two new [to us] sweaters
Coogi
[or at least inspired]
rainbow-y
one for kip and one for me
wearing today —
matching
ruffled and cozy and loud and warm
maybe today will be a good day
February 25, 2024
i’m unaware of what is happening in my mind
i feel like i’m always looking, but never find
what i expect to find
the kind of content, the product, the thing to capitalize upon
the hustle culture
maybe i’m
just meant to be
chill and writing and soft and free
[aren’t we all
meant to be
free?]
February 24, 2024
sometimes
i
forget that i
am human
and i push and i roll and i run and i expect
to go and go and go
and i get so
confused when i’m tired
or exhausted
or just feel off
and even more strange is when i
take care of basic human needs
and feel
a little bit
better
like
how am i, an inhuman cryptid
a god
an entity expected
to have zero needs
feel less cranky
when i get some food in me
or have a sip of coffee
or actually get eight hours of sleep
how dare my body
betray me by being
[the normal amount of] needy
February 23, 2024
do you ever have a day
when all you do
of the things you know you can do
well
simply abandon you
for the state of mediocre
to
bad?
i am having that kind of a day
hence why this poem
is more explanation
than true art form.
but it’s out here. it’s out here.
kipventures 