Poem for Renee Good –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed, You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202621 February 2026
Fked by the patriarchy Again and Again – we take the chairs, we send the phones, we pay the theft and we say NO, fk that! 20 February 202620 February 2026
“At the first chance you know it will shrug/ you off, as lightly as a leaf” 18 February 202618 February 2026
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