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There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
To the avocado that came from the other side of the planet ‘perfectly ripe just for u’
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
Conforming life from everything and everyone
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Frictionless desire
Like trails and paths over bodies
I was a body
Lying flat
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
Persisting past being the "problem"
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Because life affirmation costs too much
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
Our time is disposable all the of time
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
Shattering ableist complacency
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Inaction
Stretching like light upon light
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once