Love is real, real is love Are you full of Turkey? It's so dry I had noodles with Maru's secret chili oil I said I'm going to quit He said I shouldn't quit I'm going to quit We talked about British sitcoms and about how I watched Modesty Blaise a hundred times in Sahel I told him about my sensory overload headaches He told me about shooting pains in his leg and his back problems Maru has a rare genetic condition, he should've been dead a long time ago really We don't make sense Our bodies, our papers He's sort of British and I'm sort of American We're lost in a filing cabinet, too unique to officially exist without expensive court cases that we aren't going to make Ghosts in the machine :) I suppose that's why we're so close I felt a pang watching him cuddle his cat today Fear I'd be lonely in ways I can't explain My fellow alien, my friend and my family How do they do it? The people who live in Congo and Palestine and Yemen and Haiti and Sudan I'm so afraid, my mind keeps leaving my body, I withdraw from everybody And they lose loved ones all the time, all the time But they love even more intensely And have more children Children as resistance They cry bitterly but they laugh just as hard Joy as resistance This phone in my hand is made out of Congolese blood I don't know how to process it, how to hold it in my head I heard about Californians shutting down the Bay bridge The vegan turkey eaters I underestimated them I don't know what's going to happen I don't know if we're going to war or we'll have a hunger revolution Maybe we'll just keep slowly circling the drain We had new Syrian restaurants, then Sudanese, now Palestinian I guess It must be difficult to be a complicit Arab leader right now To look themselves in the mirror They're always afraid of their people and they know this one can't they can't wriggle out of |