Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Day 17: Conventions Pg 66 from A Room With A View by E.M. Forster.  “ I've always flown in the face of the conventions all my life.” This poem is more than partially inspired by the announcement of the replacing of The Affordable Care Act with Trumpcare. Perhaps we should say TrumpBeware. There is little care in it's attack on everyday people, people who make only enough to keep going, who have pre-existing conditions that include migraines and vaginas. Who suffer from other sick parts of this society, if they have fallen victim to rape. Western conventions say that I need to have a husband by this point, have a child, own a house, work a 9 to 5 job or clean and take care of my house. I need to dress a certain way, look a certain way to be loved and accepted. These conventions ignore the flavor and diversity of life. Of what humans can be. So, fuck you conventions!      The Grey Box It has always been done this way says fear as ...

Day 15: Electron Pg. 957, taken in the paragraph under Spin Out from The New Lexicon Webster's Dictionary of the English Language .  I'm halfway along on this journey of poetry. It's a strange place to be, hanging here in the balance. I'm delighted by how much inspiration I have gotten from random words.  Well, lets on to the second act my friends! Just Here, Barely Peering down underneath this skin I'm in enlarging what is unseen the sub-layer of me subatomic particles buzzzz in gorgeous arcs weighing nearly nothing as they wiz by dancers that have escaped gravity's over-bearing love They are pushed and pulled by all possible universes dancing to string theory's symphony You look my way and what I was before is different. I observe myself and change my electrons tingling Hold to this unsteady surface; All that is here is just, barely