diary: nervous, root, solar, prison (part one)

thumbnail image is art by andromeda han and features an illustration of the tributaries of the river that flows both ways

the burn knows no ashes

only bone

muscle

tendon

all these tender neighbors of flesh

inflamed at each systemic fusion 

where structure and form meet body

where body meats putrefy 

listen for the sirens 

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Intersecting systems: root, economic, colonial, respiratory, solar, digestive, river, reproductive, storm, knowledge, waste, nervous, prison, skeletal, soil, circulatory, filing, operating, endocrine, transportation, (fill in the blank)…

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Even in moments when I think I’ve lost everything and have nothing, I still have my breath. My pulse  is a constant reminder that I am full of life. That I am. Being is mine. My being impacts our shared planetary home, my family, my friends, my child, any being with whom I interact in any way, to any and every degree. 

Even in moments when I feel I’m alone and isolated, I still have a thriving microbial community living with me and enabling me to function. My microbiome is a constant reminder that I am full of life. That I am a community in and of myself. Abundance is mine. My abundant being impacts our shared planetary home, my family, my friends, my child, any being with whom I interact in any way, to any and every degree. 

Even in moments when I accept and embrace my breath and the fullness of my life and being, I still have disproportionate exposure to toxic built environments, pollution of all kinds, police presence, harms related to climate catastrophe, and exemplars of state and colonial violence. My continued existence on our shared planetary home—and in an ableist, anti-Black, imperial, genocidal, capitalist, settler colonial police state—is a constant reminder that I am full of life and also constantly at risk of sudden and preventable death. 

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