Perhaps loving will save us. Why not?

Everyday I spend with you, I take a step 
away from the graveyard. 
We are weaving dead ends, embracing 
the stench of entropy.
Here, just now, did we catch it?

Process

I wrote this piece within a few weeks of the presidential election. With the future of our country in the balance, the current climate is one of fear and uncertainty. And yet, new beginnings persist. In the midst of political turmoil threatening basic human rights, we are forced to lean on each other more than ever.

And that, that is what this piece is about. It is a space in which I am allowed to love and be loved. A place in which no elected official can mandate my experience of the world, my ability to engage with reality through a framework of life, not death. Perhaps you’ll take a step with me, even one small step, away from the graveyard. We don’t need to reject our grief, but may we slowly, surely go forth from the burial site.