have a sip of tea - life at first labor

life at first labor.

yesterday is history,

tomorrow a mystery,

& the present,

always a gift.

when it was young,

it believed it would connect with countless hearts.

but as it aged,

it learned,

connection happens

only a few times in rare moments.

if no end can yet be seen,

perhaps the quest is enough.

if their reunion is not written,

perhaps their desires are enough.

they call it bycurious,

because it keeps one foot out the door,

always ready to leave.

with no schedule on hand,

coloring everything it touched

with a distinct flavor,

& knows,

the depth of it lies in how it is loved.

it was seen as deviant,

one who rejected shame

in a world that demanded

it sacrifice all it could become

upon the alter of the sons of adam.

sometimes life rips and yanks the rug right out of it,

& the falls hit hard.

yet sometimes that fall

is the push needed

to build an entirely new floor.

presense is a choice.

it was its seven minutes,

because when the body dies,

seven minutes remain,

& in that suspended time,

it thought only of it.

faces are never ugly or beautiful,

only minds are.

but bubble fades.

the abortion act,

once fought for,

bled for,

now dissolves quietly,

like a name erased in dust.

& labor day,

born of strikes, sweat,

the cry of the working class for dignity,

becomes just a holiday,

a long weekend,

barbecues, sales,

rest without remembrance.

so while they are off,

history waits,

desire whistles,

& bubble questions,

will they choose presence,

before even that

is forgotten?

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