Executive Order 13769, January 27, 2017
i’ve been waiting my whole adult life for someone to blockade Checkpoint 5. for witches to come and sage and salt this place. for workers to get paid union rates to dismantle the Scantrons piece by piece. I want mushrooms to bioremediate all the pain & agony & sweat & bullshit & boredom & money & groping. how many gallons of terror sweat are soaked into these floors. how many times has someone I loved been waved over for a “genital abnormality.” how many times has TSA groped my friends’ wheelchairs and swabbed their prostheses. I’m sick of it. I could’ve spent the spoons I spent praying and armouring and trying to pass on a novel or a sonnet series. I’m sick of it.
but here we are the improbable future a million emergent butterflies getting on transit and heading to the airport flying / staying