everything so normal it hurts
we travel roads fatal with nostalgia
remember how we used to see ourselves?
there is nothing more classic
than a film about a mistake, a bomb
but no mention of those dropped today
and movies about holocaust
as a singular occurrence
not a pattern we have yet to outgrow
as normal, i peek at the gowns
trying to stay dry, but submerged
which way is up — which way
what we feared most is us now
right now in this moment
looking in at least two directions, lost
equally feeling the violently untouchable
and the mundane unattainable
…is it beautiful, survival, or drowning
everything so normal it hurts
i sift time, searching for bravery
finding round red pins, i thrill
i know what they’re made for
but does anyone else hear the cry
‘end the apartheid, stop the starvation’
the wounds are all connected
this one night both hides and exposes
our gluttony, our greed
the normalcy now swollen, taut, tender
pulled over the many words
we are not allowed to say onstage or off
pulled over the broken bodies
piled and uncountable all over the world
an empire of bodies
such death was a special effect
until now, now we scroll the empire
we have almost caught up to ourselves
normalcy, shall we explode or implode
there is no fiction for sale anymore
we are the film where a white man
ruins the world over and over
but didn’t he do it in a new, different way
the irish say free palestine
the indigenous say free palestine
but i want to hear you say it
each of you, through masks and makeup
share your microphone with the dead
they know it is not enough
to tell your completed narratives
when we can change the story
some people are merely living and dying
but we could shapeshift history to future
be different again, breathe a new form
we must be less afraid of our power
we must learn to root in love
today we are not a brave people
but we can see them all around us
one day we will shirk the gowns
or rise above the cowering
hopefully (by which i mean with all prayer)
before we veto the earth itself
and all our sacred stories
so that one day we’ll clap, gorgeous
watching our imperial memoriam