textures are failing

it is impossible to fail
if u don’t neglect the watershed
inspiration to exasperation

the black bile
of a black age coursing
thru ur vena cava

inflamed + debased
with the glory of thee
all mighty failure

fail fail again fail
until the cows come
willingly to the abattoir

these blues are the hotbed
of a mind colonized by the fraud
of fraternity

textures are failing
to elicit a response
the boulder is cracked + immovable

we are arthritic
the plague is upon us

we are impotent

What I’m Reading:

You know, the reason I find myself having had such a hard time talking about this is because I’m just so preemptively furious at the moment, many years from now, when we’re gonna get all of those, you know, “Hiroshima”-type stories. The after-the-fact shared grief, the how-could-we-let-this-happen type stuff. I’m just so furious that we’re going to do it again. You know, we’ve got the president of the United States talking about mass ethnic cleansing as though it’s a tourism opportunity and we’re all going to sit around and wait until the taking is done and the killing is done and everything colonialism needed it has gotten. And then we’re all going to feel sad about it afterwards. And I find myself so furious about that all of the time. 

— Omar El Alkad, to Dan Sheehan /“Omar El Akkad on Genocide, Complicit Liberals, and the Terrible Wrath of the West“/ Lithub