Thankful for

(a Thanksgiving poem)

My friends,
my family,
my colleagues in the struggle
to free our people.
The people, everywhere, who are Occupying.

The knowledge that the arc
of the moral universe is long,
but it bends toward justice,
according to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The fact that I have been around
to witness so much of it,
when I was supposed to die
a bunch of times,
but I guess I inherited
my mom’s stubbornness,
Because I'm still here.

Thanksgiving Poem 1

(my thirty poems in thirty days fundraiser poem)

My housemate announces-
she who used to be he-
and in another version of life
and perhaps still is,
in some parallel universe
beyond our vision,
will not help eat the Pumpkin pie
I planned to order

in an attempt to bring just a bit of tradition
to out very non-traditional household
come Turkey day.