What is seeing?
Do we believe without seeing
or see because of a belief?
Does one come before the other?
Do you believe in the Mockingbird’s
song, as it enters your heart?
Spinning out sutra after sutra, and binding
together with threads of light, every
constellation in the heavens. As each pupil draws
in that light, to reflect on the inner
surface of your eye’s retina.
To become a sacrament of seeing.
Today I am thinking of women too often ignored or even hurt by the feminist movement. Trans* women, women of color, disabled women, fat women, queer women, elderly women, poor women, women in prison, women who are sex workers, women who are undocumented, women who are more than one of the above. Today is your day, too. I celebrate you and your strengths.
Iris refuses a plate of free cheese hors d’oeuvres again,
nods thankfully at the server as I take my share.
I’m tired of pretending I have something I want to fight for
the way she does, ordering a vegan meal at a steakhouse.
In this country, being privileged means