We planted peas in a large aluminum bucket, placing seeds over layers of dead branches and lush soil from our yard; we mounted and positioned the tin centrally to receive the most sun (isn’t that something we all need?).
We watered it when it didn’t rain, let it dry between drenchings, and when a frost came and went, then another, we provided sanctuary in our home to the budding pulse (another something we all need).
Our new life reminds me–amidst the doldrum, the drudgery, the death–that we are the world-builders, each of us, and that our capacity to make change extends beyond what our leaders have told us.
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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