all them things are connected! your violence… to mine… my gender role’s to theirs… as my gender… roles… under him… crawls… next to hers… all… over… the place… what place? the place! where i call home! where you lord my land… where i give birth… to a slave… to a soldier… to a cop! where …

politics lays its white gloves on the bedside table, unbuttons its embroidered uniform and crawls next to us in our beds, in all the beds we have ever been, with its slimy body, with its cold hands… with the roles we take, or we break, with the spaces that we lay into, the ones we …