Mermaids know there are better ways to move through the ocean than kicking.
Force-feeding revolutionaries doesn’t make you strong.
Strong is unscrambling a word puzzle only to find a word that is not your own.
Taking the hallway down the middle. I check into hotel rooms and I touch the window.
Moving with the current doesn’t make you weak.
Smart is a wheelbarrow, a spoon, thermal wear.
I do not heat my space with self-centeredness. I punch the air in solitude.
I kiss tails in community.
Moving through conversation like a baby whale next to its mother.
If my electric spine is sparked, I am land.