swallowed in the flood
every overdose death is a policy failure
memorials on the pavement.
our love is expansive
not lost in the language of "compassion fatigue" and "burnt out"
it is not our care for each other that we are swimming in fatigue over
but your state of neglect in which we are drowning
i cannot hold the ocean in my hands, though i have tried
i choose love
the song of gurney wheels like canaries. all my friends are dead.
and you are still singing
replicating cycles of violence.
i want to put my body in the ocean
so i can remind myself that i can be both lost and held at the same time
coming together and coming undone
to undo all that has been done to us
like waves like water
rituals of grief
a political act of remembrance, of memory
