(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 guess
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
what.
I think this is the most found
I’ve ever felt.
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