The following piece by Left Eye appears in A Beautiful Resistance: Left Sacred.
And as she scattered them, something inside and underneath cracked and splintered.
The city ruptured like an overripe fruit left in the sun.
Teacher, How many languages will go extinct today?
Teacher…if the world ends and there’s no one left…what does the cracking of continents sound like?
He asks the teacher if she feels free when she goes to the airport.
He asks the teacher, how many of the pencils she bought with her own money.
He asks the teacher, when the night is still and quiet…if she’s happy.
her first words lace through the zephyr.
on the other side, wild grass blooms.
she says “I’m sorry,” and does not look back.
his eyes are bright, and something rattles in his bones like moths in a lampshade.
Something boils in his throat, it climbs up his esophagus, slinks through his teeth, and bursts into flight.
They will tell you that anarchy is throwing bricks, and not the smallest actions every day of your life. They will tell you that electricity does not run through your bones like a live wire, begging to be released.
That divinity is beyond your reach, nonexistent, the domain of the chosen, mediated by your betters.
Left Eye is a nomad, currently in league with Paumanok, seeking to constellate the Vox Nemorensis, for the benefit of all sentient beings.
This piece, along with many other works of beauty, is collected in A Beautiful Resistance: Left Sacred. Order it here.