Thursday, May 28, 2020

Sleeping Through the Riot

Mayhem risky and irrational.
I fear it helps the authoritarians, but what the fuck?
None of us is more than a scared, vulnerable animal.
In my sleep, my social conscience is a locked confessional,
only vaguely aware of the wailing fire trucks—
life-berth risky and irrational
(not listening to the bullshit in
my head or on my cell device),
never anything more than a scared, vulnerable animal.
Got my Black Lives Matter sign
in my front yard, and not ashamed of my luck,
aware that my privileged oblivion is risky and provisional
and that my life has never been more than conditional
on forces that favor me and ignore most black people,
so that I can lie in bed like this, a soothed vulnerable animal,
feeling in my own skin what white tranquility
means—but fascist mayhemmers may break
into my home and destroy this scared
vulnerable animal.