scientists tell us that all water
is old water,
that there is no room for originality,
that everything is recycled.
the anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in the Trojan dirt
mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
in the ebb and flow of the markets,
and what I am trying to say is that the tears
navigating south through the canyons on your face
may have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
for the same reason.
Shout out to my Native Americans for still prospering on land that was yours regardless of white people trying to kill you off, relegate you to small pieces of land, and encouraging drastic physical and sexual violence in your communities while still having the nerve to run with a holiday about how they’re thankful you didn’t just leave their asses to die when they got here.
TSA: are u carrying any firearms or explosives?
Me: *points to crotch* u mean this bomb pussy?
TSA: why do u always do this?