her hands grasped a sign made with might, laughter, and community. with a single emphasis on what is right and sought after with humanity
rainbow lips pursed, what’s next?
a kiss, whisper, or curse?
her eyes pacing around, intensity in song and chants resound
it’s her first time
the dark witches chant for souls, grandmas sit with leaning goofy-slogan signs that still align with lifelong goals, while a feather frocked free bird frolics wanting humans to touch on common issues
she catches waves of ho-heys and hey-hos
her mouth opens to join
she knows what democracy looks like
she tells the world
without a vote
she steps on
fists find the sky
her face widens and eyes smart to stages where leaders do their part, words are lost to be found with education, but she feels the cadence, fervor and intonation.
her hands find one another
a context for pussy
poems from cats, another trick from that hat
her steps continue
sitting, her couch of comfort, with bent and employed signs, sighs.
her mom turns on the news
‘that looks different’
she stands, shoots her mom a look and then upstairs to lay alone
images and words
she walks herself to sleep