(inspired by the 8/22 conference call with members of the Azolla Story, a space for queer people of color with disabilities. We are always looking for new members!)
I retreat into
bedroom with ancient cordless phone
I’m seeking privacy and community
in one space.
But I realize
this space is too dark
self to find needed
solidarity, support, sisterhood.
I’ll take my queer, disabled, brown ass
back to the living room
and carry on this conversation
in fluorescent’s exposing light,
I decide I don’t care who overhears
I think this is the most found
I’ve ever felt.