There are days and there are weeks and there are days and there are weeks and they each and collectively feel like there is no reprieve.
How much worse can it get is a question some of us stopped asking because we know what the answer is, because we’ve been telling you to ask better questions.
Why is this happening is a question that really ends two words later, with a whispered, to me.
Why isn’t anyone doing anything about this is a question that should instead start with who is doing something about this, because someone always, always is and has been and will be doing, even if you hadn’t heard about them before, even if you haven’t heard about them yet, even if you’d never known you need to know.
When will this end is a question in search of a new beginning.
I am tired, I am very tired, I keep going nonetheless.
What is the distance between hope and resignation, what is the difference between will and won’t?
Choices are always field work,
freedom song, elegy,
This feeling won’t forget them;
won’t forget you.
— from Clinic by Alissa Quart