healthcare
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The Silence After Your Read this Poem is Political
Ignoring your symptoms and coming to work because a paycheck that’s eight hours short won’t let you replace your shoes with cracked soles for another month is political. The number of PTO hours you’re allowed is political. Whether it takes two months or three of missed rent before you’re living in the street is political.… Continue reading
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I Hope They Never Find You
I hope you’re safe. I hope each day tastes like justice. I hope you have space to mourn for those you’ve lost whether it’s a loved one who didn’t get a fighting chance or a future you labored for damned to debt and disease by a number crunching machine. I hope you can mourn uninterrupted… Continue reading
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A Molotov, the Molotov in Flames, the Flames themselves
There is so much to burn. We patiently peel back the layers and get horrified each time by what we find. Behind us, next generations claw their way down the same path and find the same horrors. We tried to warn you, we say, just as the ones before us had warned us. How deep… Continue reading
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My preschooler has strep and I’m entering numbers on a spreadsheet.
Imagine calling off work when your kids are sick and still being able to pay your bills.I imagine sick kids would be able to get enough rest, as many days as they need.I imagine they would heal faster.I imagine they would grow up accustomed to having their needs centered.I imagine there would be way fewer… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 