May 31, 9:26am.
This one arriving as I think on murders and protests and violence and the ways Whiteness is ruining us.
Songs and singing are ways I deal with my overwhelm when the world is on fire.
STILL NOT DEAD
A little ballerina with a bowl cut
Low shag bowl, low shag bowl
Gramma had a triptych in the hallway
In Woodside, in Woodside
I’m glad you made it here
I’m glad we both did
It’s been a hell of a year
I’m glad we’re still not dead
What the hell is wrong with my country?
Somebody, please tell me
MAGA is a terrorist virus
The Klan is in the house
Look around at all of my friends like
You see this? You feel it?
Lotta people stuck in their silence
Lotta people gone
I’m glad you made it here
I’m glad we both did
It’s been a hell of a year
I’m glad we’re still not dead