Wednesday December 7, 2016
An interview with Gloria Steinem
When we look up we see gulls soaring towards clouds painted grey.
When we look up we hear Christmas carols, turned up loud.
When we look up we see men hugging, patting each other on the back, hips tilted back so that there’s no way that belt buckles might touch, unlocking.
When you look up you hear voiceover times tables of all the times you were humiliated as a child being forced to say “eight times two is sixteen! Eight times three is twenty four!”
When we look up we have hope but it’s far away, it’s not right now, it’s in the New Year with a fresh calendar pinned to the wall with no pencil scratches or stickers on days when there are birthdays.
When I look up I sneeze because the sun is finally out, the sun is finally here.