In a week how things decay
Trying to keep up with the pace
Of society feels like a race
I don’t want to win
We know it all too well
The mind races on sand grains
Falling between the palms of the ocean water
of shower water
Under shower water
the salt tastes the same
— Drown me out like music through the shades on good days
Grasping heavy with the longing of its depths
Across highways not paved and in cities unkept
we exchange words and odes of solidarity
Watching or reading Malcolm X and living in shallow hallows
We explore complexities we never wanted to face
Mi amor I think i met you before or maybe i’ll find you on a shore somewhere
But until then i will hope you don’t fall from grace
In spite of the world’s enduring state of entropy
These things still exist:
Family
Selena Quintanilla-Pérez
Listening to waves
Looking at pictures from brighter days
Herbal medicines
Tea, elixirs
My Mamí
I learned from a young age not to trust the values and the traditions of the ruling white elite class
I decided to decide what is sanctified and righteous based on the actions of those i meet and love
Entropy— we’re already there, brace for impact