Windowsill Anhedonias

Listen to the muzungus and you’ll hear windowsill anhedonias. That doggedness that does not aid the weak or the needy. This disease is legion. This contagion a russian roulette of overloud artifacts. Full of dissipation and castings aside. Benevolence greater in its absence than its the abundance. 

I hear the starlings in their murmurations — the sibilance in their wings.

The moisture of fear unwicked in the strongman’s pancake makeup. The splutters of concupiscence denied. He cannot get through the inhumanity and gloves the nation’s cheek. A duel to bury the dead faster than the last guy. 

Rest in Peculiarity.

What I’m Reading:

Colonial logic gaslights us to believe that it is our shortcomings, not colonialism itself, that stand between us and liberation. 

— Mohammed El-Kurd / Perfect Victims and the Politics of Appeal