Graphite Midas

Anything that you’ve ever written me is a sacred text.

First Aide

Pain isn’t a broken car, revving smoke in an immovable fury.

Pain is a crying, redcheeked child.

Pain isn’t asking to be fixed. It just wants your attention, your care.

Turns out, I’ve bled out looking for solutions when the wound just wanted me to look at it.

A single decade

In our early twenties, we struggle with the uncertainty and overwhelming possibilities of what our lives could become.
In our late twenties, we struggle in being tempted to force our lives to become something that they aren’t to prove that we have a life at all.

Universally Adored

No one is universally lovable.

What I know now is that my choice to love myself first is worth more than the rest of the universe loving me.

There’s something powerful there, right? In knowing that the affection we hold for ourselves matters more than whole planets and populations?

Afterspeak

The words, sometimes, they meet you before you’re ready, and they float inside our ears inaudibly.

Until the moment happens, and they surprise our memory. Those disregarded words enter our conscious when we heard them, and they reappear when we listen to their memory.

I get to be alive another year

I get to be alive another year

and there are people who can’t go to the grocery store

or finish grade school

or sit in church

without the interruption of bullets.

My life keeps opening up.

Meanwhile, opportunities close for women in Texas, Oklahoma,

all over the us.

Men I once respected support other men they’ve never met over women in their own lives.

Rage is a part of the celebration. I bring her to the party.

Rage is a way of saying that I’m still here,

and for as long as that is the case,

I’m going to bring two more hands to solutions over problems.

I’m still here—about to turn 29—

and Breonna Taylor should be too.


Survival isn’t worth much when guilt sandbags it.

We have to make our blessings matter by mobilizing through radical hope.

May our optimism radicalize us enough to burn every oppressive bridge

so every marginalized life feels warm again.