MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 10)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about suicide booths, apples, fleeing from terror, intimate relationships, Hakeem Olajuwon, intersectionality, gay genocide, indigenous tools, white supremacy
numbing existential dread by spreading it maggots take root just as the corpse rots, blurring the boundary of death doctor hands, raw and pink from attempted sterility the pedophile’s shoulder rub falling in love with your fuck buddy why is the Red Delicious the paradigm apple? hysterical attempts to escape through holes too tiny for much more than a leg it was odd but right, like he was multiply reanimated, seeing people in town (on store lines, at gas pumps) clearly wearing the Goodwill shirts of her late husband if we see faces in clouds and tortillas, imagine what might show itself in telescopes at the edge of resolution! the one of us who engages the viewer’s gaze kinship’s blood persists, coursing beneath all guise of difference adoption with benefits referring to oneself as “they/them”—like some biblical demon the so-called antidotes to the fabricated reign of white supremacy— passing failing black students, ridiculing math exams as antiblack— harm blacks enough for us to wonder if it really is fabricated after all the sex was just masturbation with a real person made into a prop a loved one would transcend moon and sun become the things we can share despite being so far apart barely living check to check now, how will we resist the pull as seniors with suicide pods on the horizon? the allure of beauty blunting ethical and critical faculties obsidian scalpels cities of haze in which we go about as ineffective human vacuums Thank you Hakeem Olajuwon for releasing Walmart sneakers freedom in owning one’s inescapable inheritance needing to eat, today even PhDs know that worse than being exploited is not being exploited living out that same hazardous lifestyle, long denigrated to prove your difference from everyone close to you growing up the subtle genocide of the homosexual: gays are just girls inside and lesbians are just men inside the exceptionally tasteful first-day practice of tallying up how many categories of oppression students belong to and then letting those who fall into the most speak first
This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2017 portion of that five-part work.
