“I’m gonna eat all your guns.
Swallow them lock stock and barrel
& spit bullet casings onto the dinner table; I’ll give birth to an army of mixed-race babies....”
poetry slam Seattle 👏
“W/ fathers from every continent & genders to outnumber the ⭐️s,
my legion of multiracial babies will be intersectional as fuck
& your swastikas will not be enough to save you, because real talk, you didn’t stop the future from coming...”
“We have the same deviant haircuts we had yesterday; we are still getting gay-married like nobody’s business because it’s still nobody’s business;...”
—Elisa Chávez, poetry slam Seattle
“there’s a Muslim kid in Kansas who has already written the schematic
for the robot that will steal your job in manufacturing, & that robot? Will also be gay, so get used to it: we didn’t manifest the mountain by speaking its name,...
“the buildings here are not on your side just b/c you make them spray-painted accomplices. These walls do not have genders & they all think you suck. Even the 🌍 found common cause with us the way you trample us both,...”
poetry slam Seattle 👏
“oh yeah: there will be signs, and rainbow-colored drum circles, & folks arguing ideology until even I want to punch them but I won’t, b/c they’re my family, in that blood-of-the-covenant sense. If you’ve never loved someone like that...”
“you can’t outwaltz us, we have all the good 👯 anyway. I’ll confess IDK if I’m alive right now;
I haven’t heard my❤️ beat in days,
I keep holding my breath for the moment the ✈️ goes down & I have to save enough oxygen to get my friends through.”
“But I finally found the argument against suicide & it’s us.
We’re the effigies that haunt America’s nights harder
the longer they spend burning us,
we are scaring the shit out of people by spreading, by refusing to die: what are we but a fire?”
“We know everything we do is so the kids after us will be able to follow something towards safety; what can I call us but lighthouse, of course I’m terrified. Of course I’m a shroud. And of course it’s not fair but rest assured,
“you brought your fists to a glitter fight.
This is a taco truck rally and all you have is cole slaw.
You cannot deport our minds; we won’t
hold funerals for our potential. We have always been
what makes America great.”
poetry slam Seattle
“You just delayed our coronation”