Feels Like A Year (Or Maybe a Century?) Lived in a Single Week

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That about hits the nail on the head—BINGO and then some. Twelve days into a new calendar year and the de-compensating, dementia-addled narcissist-in-chief starts a war. A few days later, his thugs on a snowy street in Minneapolis, Minnesota murder a woman in cold blood. More rattling of sabers and spewing of gas-lit diatribes 24/7 since then. We gather, we protest, we march. Horns honk in solidarity and peace signs are exchanged from vehicles speeding by the corner of NE 16th and NE Multnomah where folks have been gathering for close to a year now, decrying what is being done in our name here in this formerly democratic republic, clearly now under the boot, the heel, the manic madness of a dictatorial playbook. The heartbreak of day after day, to my way of thinking is, that it did not have to be like this.

In 2020, Renée Nicole Macklin (later Good)—the American citizen shot in her car by ICE officer Jonathan Ross earlier this week—won the 2020 Academy of American Poets Prize for her poem, “On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs.” Quite the honor in the esoteric poetry-nerd world. Its final lines are far too prescient now:

      now i can’t believe—

               that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”

all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:

life is merely

to ovum and sperm

and where those two meet

and how often and how well

and what dies there.

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