Abolition
A poetic meditation on incarceration
abolition
“i was in prison and you visited me”
but when you were in prison
i broke down the doorswhen you were in prison
i flung keys over the
barbed wire, dailywhen you were in prison
your side of the bed
was so coldwhen you were in prison
i abolished prisons
bent steel barsbrought you home
From Open Things
Just wanted to check in on you as you’ve been a bit quiet lately. I’m imagining you might be feeling overwhelmed and heartbroken while watching democracy crumble around us. Perhaps I’m simply projecting my own feelings. I Just wanted to tell you how important your work has been to me, to encourage you to take good care of yourself, and a reminder that you are not alone. Peace be to you.