Along with making me think of specific imagery it prompted me to think of systems humans have willing made and participate in and whether those systems truly feel liberating. It prompted me to dive deeper into the idea of "Consumption"; what do we unknowingly eat and breath outside of the obvious?
In response to Food
In response to Food
I had a dream that my feet were swaddled in white cloth bound by that plastic wire used to hang chickens when they are pulled from the coop Here virtue is a head bowed to receive bread I prayed to gloved hands rubbed palms for men lit by doorways Their routine our ritual A machine’s hum that echoed within our cages like a hymn it rang out
O devout ones, please forsake your feathers! O pious ones, please offer your eggs! You will hunger no longer, There is a place for you. There is a place for you.
We didn’t know the cost of saying yes was to stuff our lungs with Zoom meeting chants to birth from our breasts chicks that would hatch in board rooms where doors slam shut Plead on our knees for the duds dutifully discarded recycled as slops to fill these buckets with something more than words We have forgotten how to kick our feet
our wings
we cannot wake because we have forgotten that this dream
is ours.
