Status Updates From How to Pull Apart the Earth

the tongue a scorpion's pink raised tail

practice the art of full belly/full heart/leave no room for oppressor

you'll live underground not bc you're hiding but bc you miss the soil that molded you

such unbreakable creatures we are to rebuild/to mold breath/to speak stone

mothers pray their whole lives for steel babies

this history a drought on native tongue/everyone's still thirsty/America an empty swimming pool

part two felt a little more personal. too many quotes, not enough characters, but I'm definitely going to be holding onto this one for a while

"the wall that one day will redefine the number of torn children it takes to get to the heart of a grieving mother"

"the sky offered pieces of the pacific and a woman's hands become a canteen"

"i think of ways to put a bow on all this holy cuz on 2nd street cardboard is a mattress made to trick bones to warmth, yet teeth still chatter & no one listens"