I don’t want any tools in my home
no screwdrivers or wrenches
cause you need your hands free for
forks and drinks
tools build the infrastructure to arrive at the meal
but they stay at the door when we feast
It took me this long to realize that truth
is not found in theory
but in full cups and warm ovens
and celebrating the joy of being near
the accountant and the lawyer keep counting the costs
and wondering why they are so hungry
ignoring the invitation to just sit
and eat and drink
no matter how hard you work
you cannot earn the sunset
you can only pull up a chair
no amount of tools can fix the shit we are in now
as ICE finally is being seen for what it has always been
and I don’t know about you,
but we can’t go anywhere
and borders are everywhere
even in my own damn neighbhourhood
they put up signs saying who they don’t want
but I keep telling myself
we have always been under this exact threat
haven’t we?
can you even remember a time
when the threat of evil over good didn’t linger
on our screens — or the news as you call it
but goddamnit, evil ideas were supposed to stay there
not bubble up in my own damn backyard
and in new police fortresses
so I will taste it instead
and do it side by side
with those that want to taste it with me
and we will burn that dog (not a cat) candle head.
reminding ourselves how lucky we know we are–we admit it
the God damn sun sets every single day
and I have missed most of them
and my bucket list has one item only left
which is to have seen more sunsets
than not
when I take my last breath
it’s not that I am ignoring the darkness
i’m just refusing to let it sit at the head of the table
that seat is reserved for the one and the only
the one we call the sun of god herself
the only way I have ever known to remind anyone
of such things is to share a meal at sunset
well maybe that’s just what reminds me
at least you won’t be hungry anymore
