"Bone Saw Villanelle
My friend, an AIDS survivor, will be cut to the bone
again today. He’ll be short another digit.
Surely by now you’re a pro at amputation.
Khashoggi’s fingers were sawed off one by one.
As the forensic doctor worked, he listened to music
—one needs focus while cutting to the bone.
Who will take the blame? Not son
of a king not king—oil and cash make all legit
as democracy’s drugs kick in for amputation.
A hell of a lot better than the whole
foot, says my friend. It’s not like I can quit
because they cut me to the bone.
In the museum, the Victorian cutting saw shone
with its curved jade handle. He asked me to snap a pic,
stunned by beauty paired with amputation.
We wait for updates on Twitter, by phone.
Half of us half-here, half not giving a shit
because either way they’ll cut us to the bone;
each day is its own amputation."
--Andy Young via.
"It is hard enough to call lawmakers, attend school board and city council meetings, write op eds for the local papers, go to protests and rallies, and build mutual aid networks as things are now, but with every level of insecurity that gets added—emotional, financial, physical—every single one of those actions is more difficult." (via @coffeehousepress.bsky.social)
"I’ve read enough to know that people are the products of their material realities, I just wish we hadn’t created material realities that made us so selfish and stupid" --@exhaustdata.bsky.social
"Silence, like Dante’s hell, has its concentric circles." (via @mariafarrell.bsky.social)
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