V. H. King's Ink

here's to the unpolished, the unfinished, 
the in process, the imperfect, the clumsy, 
the haphazard, the earnest, the heartfelt, 
the abstract, the hazardous, the dubious, 
the tired, the lonely, the ache, the comfort, 
the courage, the whisper, the scream—

may we mend the dream of a gentle world
and discard our apathy; may we forsake
futility and take up our tools of texting
a friend and checking if they've eaten,
of listening to your sister's fury, 
of holding your tired and weary children
and admitting you don't know 
what the future holds, but there's work

to do today: because living as resistance
sometimes means sharing memes 
and laughing at the absurdity of corporate 
greed that ultimately bites them in the ass. 
here's to the friend I haven't heard from 
since last July, and I’m terrified for them
and the people they love. here's to the new
friend I traded doodles with during their ER stay




and remembering this too is prayer.