. . . We’ve chosen to believe that lines are more
important than lives, and categories are the most
salient aspects of relationships with other people
The rigid lines of men are hard to breach, and harder
still to change, to amend and correct especially after
hundreds, and more years, of offense, of wickedness and
minds hard-set in what was, but should no longer be,
the concrete of history cast in perfidious molds
made out of bent and tortured lives
New templates are required now to blur those lines
to wrap hard edges in soft velvet, in the flutter of
hummingbird wings and the tender melodies of love
Excerpt from the book, “ENOUGH say their names.”
