From all you can is the best you can

i once shoved my foot through glass

getting to know my own anger

its patches of stupid

bloody love

stress is just a socially acceptable

word for fear

i’m ashamed of feeling too much

river edges like a cut

of laughter

left too long in the sun, a bloated

syringe of time between our kneecaps

i know you want

the piece of the story

that is clandestine

but i won’t give it to you

& i’m not sorry

undo word after word

that tumbles out a sidewalk

undo textbooks

the science that renders

us invisible

undo your own heart, pull each vein

like unthreading a needle

hope is half-sung nêhiyawêwin

in a packed classroom

beading my cousin

a bolo in lime green

remember, love, we can

draw from all directions

of time, we can hover & gut

ourselves into new stories

be sad & not sad

about it all