Push
June 10, 2016
The past week has been filled with narratives that I am not sure how to share in words other than a poem.
You are not who I expected you to be.
Pulling back before releasing you
are not who they expected you to be.
whole homes stripped to
foundation homes
thought to have had
foundation
Homes no longer a home but toothpicks for you to pick grime out your teeth, consuming
reminding us that we consume without asking
And you came without asking
You are proof that you act on your own, a
vessel we are only guests on
clipping phone lines like floss string and plucking bolts off tracks, flicking them to destination
Concrete walls like Lego pieces, your job to disassemble.
You are reclaimation of space and decolonization in its purest state.
You are time-machine, begging.
and you push. you push
cousins into alcoholism push yourself onto shores familiar with your frequent kisses but not your abuse and you push.
Only now must we realize that you push.
You are not who I expected you to be,
Storm without calm
always
pushing
The inundation zone in Minamisanriku, a part of the TÅhoku region in Japan severely hit by the tsunami on March 11, 2011
A radiation level posting in Fukushima-shi
An abandoned building with earthquake damage in Tomioka, a city evacuated due to high radiation levels
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