Talk Black Privately
I got a minute or two to write, so I’m'a do it.
“Fight the real power,” said Sinead O’Conner, glowing
in the 90’s, on TV.
Yes, she said it to them, the Roman Catholic Church, allied with the actions of actors for capital and terror.
Ok, girl, I will.
I took a nap yesterday and dreamed that I saw this little child with her head blown backwards, like back at a 90 degree angle, from a bomb or grenade or a hard fling or fall. She was cracked as an egg. I rushed to her. I thought, I KNOW THEY SAW, AND I KNOW THEY SAY DON’T MOVE THE BODY, THE SPINE MIGHT BE BROKEN But I tried to lift her head anyway for some dignity. It felt like breaking a twig, breaking small bones, how they snapped as I lifted her head back to 0 degrees, and I thought, with mild to medium remorse, Goddammit they were right about that. But she’s probably dead, anyway.