This is brief.
It's sunny, heating up to 32 degrees.
I'm indoors, skulking.
Mucus clogs my lungs, my nose, my head
eyes bleary and thick
Is this what happens when I forget to cry?
wrapping up precious nothings in tissue and bubble wrap
stacking my archives
the professional library
years of typing, reading, rereading,
squinting at enlightenment on photocopied A4
No, I don't want to forget
my mind is fuzzy
I don't want to make or dance or sing
just slowly breathe through the changes all around me
Feminism and the Institutions of Intimacy
5 weeks ago