dain saint art and activism for an abundant society

karesansui

part of the book of words

i built an elaborate sand castle
with rooms to spare
a moat to protect it
each towering spire
a testament to perfection

and yet, no one lived there
and yet, the rain

rations

part of the book of words

starving, i was given
the most perfect strawberry
ripe, and generous with juice
whose flavour made me cry
just to taste

and yet
i was still hungry

all of the lights

part of the book of words

i was never meant
to be a mirror
anyway

i was broken
so i could be
reborn

a disco ball

temet nosce

part of the book of words

well of course
i'm full of myself

who else,
exactly,
am i supposed
to be full of?

repression vs oppression

part of the book of words

not one of us is free until all of us are free

you cannot oppress women without repressed men. you cannot oppress queer people without repressed straight people. you cannot oppress black people without the repression inherent in white supremacy.

those in power are often insecure about it, afraid that if they lose power they will be nothing if only they let themselves learn from the people whose power they so cravenly disregard.

permission v freedom

part of the book of words

what are you still asking for?
whose approval are you still seeking?

with respect to newton

part of the book of words

you can't leap
from the top of a house
and vex with the
ground
for slapping you

the princess and the pea

part of the book of words

this country has convinced you
that discomfort is the same as suffering

some march to end brutality while
some march to cling to comfort
and you see no earthly difference

when some of us would die
so our children could be merely
uncomfortable