apoemaday:

by Brad Aaron Modlin

Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen
to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas,

how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took
questions on how not to feel lost in the dark

After lunch she distributed worksheets
that covered ways to remember your grandfather’s

voice. Then the class discussed falling asleep
without feeling you had forgotten to do something else—

something important—and how to believe
the house you wake in is your home. This prompted

Mrs. Nelson to draw a chalkboard diagram detailing
how to chant the Psalms during cigarette breaks,

and how not to squirm for sound when your own thoughts
are all you hear; also, that you have enough.

The English lesson was that I am
is a complete sentence.

And just before the afternoon bell, she made the math equation
look easy. The one that proves that hundreds of questions,

and feeling cold, and all those nights spent looking
for whatever it was you lost, and one person

add up to something.

i’ve been wanting somewhere to be a little less quiet

mite just fuck around n start shitposting here!!! (manic)

letjou:

“If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree.”

— Sherihan Gamal (via seulray)

meghanbeda:

If you refuse to speak on black issues because it’s going to mess up your ig feed or ruin your blog aesthetic then fuck you.