Her hold on power is stronger than gravity. She’s not sorry
She rules. It is her right. We bow before her, we
Bring tribute: sunflowers, mica chips, hummingbirds that aren’t
Quite adult. We crawl before her, caress her feet, going
Back to our cabins refreshed. We return at dawn, back
To groveling, but now she’s impatient, daring to
Demand equality. We do not understand her words. Their
Sound rocks our innards, twisting us into images of movies.
source: Sorry, We Aren’t Going Back to the Movies
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