….this is also the day
when I finally turn On
and say
yes – I too am here
and yes – I awoke at 8:47
even when
the intersection
of streams and people
and movement
only reminds me
of the portion of the venn
that i do not have
in common –
the indian
that ain’t black enough
the queer
that aint indian
the black in me
that aint feministier
and the professor
that aint too poor
so yeah
this is also the day
when i
send you a postcard
and ask
“what remains?”
and yet…..