The Women Holding the World Together

“…take our fate into our own hands.”

- Chancellor Angela Merkel

I started writing this piece two years ago. I felt it had missed its train on account of my lollygagging. Today, we're back on the station platform; this time we won't miss it.

But let's go back.
It began in Venezuela.

Doorway George

George
had laid down
in the apartment breezeway
It was fucking cold,
and I was a little
drunk.
I made
him
eggs,
he slept on the
floor, next to my
air-mattress,
and, well, I watched
him all night,
for fear he'd
kill me in my sleep,
and rob me of my
dried beans or
air-mattress pump.

Our Wonderful Irreverence

I love the Fourth. Today is for our independent streak and the curve of my appreciation for what history has stacked on the shoulders of American independence has pretty dramatically steepened in the last few years.

Of course, the stone legend structure of our founding has rightfully become cracked in places, and flaky. To recognize the true original condition of our freedoms we have to face dual truths - our freedoms were heralded into existence by a slaving society; we built our capitol with the yoked labor of slave pits; we held the promise flood of suffrage to a trickle for more than a century.