How hot does it have to be before it's a climate emergency?
Conversations with friends about the return of low-rise jeans and visible thongs that segue into conversations about the return of both aggressive and casual homophobia and the steady, steady, steady erosion of the rights of people who don't conform to whatever standard it is for "just acceptable enough to be allowed to live" these days.
You don't quite understand the doom of repetition until the repetition comes to doom you.
These mistakes, again. These choices, again. This inertia, again.
Between the despair and the rage, possibility.
In all things, practice.
The world will keep trudging through time without us
When we lift from the story contest to fly home
We will be as falling stars to those watching from the edge
Of grief and heartbreak
Maybe then we will see the design of the two-minded creature
And know why half the world fights righteously for greedy masters
And the other half is nailing it all back together
— from Without by Joy Harjo