“we’re on our way back to school from gymnastics class
and only in boulder, colorado
my kids are singing john lennon’s “imagine”
at the back of the bus
when jesse stops herself mid-verse
stretches her arm across the aisle like a sunbeam
tugs at the hem of my shirt and asks
what does hatred mean?jesse’s five years old
anything i say she’s going to believe
but i realize i don’t know the answer
i don’t know what hatred means
i could guess and say it’s the opposite of love
i could guess and say
jesse, hatred’s why there are nothing but white faces
on our private-school bus
but jesse isn’t white yet
go ahead and ask her
what color are you jesse?
well, it looks like i’m pink
shane thinks he’s orange
skylar says she’s tan
rhett says he’s see-through
see, you can see how my veins are blue
but they’re red when i bleedand i wish there was no such thing as springtime
”
because i don’t trust the machines
that will one day be planting seeds in these gardens
teaching them
some people are flowers
some people are weeds
rip the weeds by their roots
ignore their screams
tilt your own face to the sun
take what you want
you are the chosen ones
(Source: religious-as-fuck-xvx)