The morning after arrives
like a bad hangover
or the aftertaste of a too-vivid nightmare,
with the temptation
to pull the covers up
and burrow under.
Don’t succumb.
Lethargy becomes apathy
all too quickly and then
transparency becomes secrecy,
the erasure of facts the new boys
don’t like;
blocking traffic to stop murder becomes
an executable offense;
the right to inhabit your own body
becomes a privilege bestowed
and revocable at any moment’s notice.
Get up. Resist.
Walk out into the sullen New World Order,
and give it the finger
with some act or word, small or large
Every
Damn
Day
until it’s
Back in the Day.
–January 21st, 2017, Harlem, NY
