Christian Bowe

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It doesn’t get better, it gets different. Ask God,
Clean House, Help Others. Try taking a trip, not taking a trip,
swearing off forever— with and without solemn oath. This too
shall pass: this rented office space, these folding chairs,

this night where women droop into the room like low fog,
bused in from a halfway house for those with infants.
Each holds a tiny body over her world and I wonder
which of us will die first. Their eyes wash over me
like seeds of brushfire.

After the meeting, I am murmuring sobriety’s aphorisms

( how does it go? is it Ask God, or Trust – )

until something pulls taut between us, splits— you say,
I want you to beg for it on all fours, and I say, I am

-Sophie Klahr, Such Unfortunates

johnthelutheran:

Tony Benn: “I have put up several plaques - quite illegally, without permission; I screwed them up myself. One was in the broom cupboard to commemorate Emily Wilding Davison, and another celebrated the people who fought for democracy and those who run the House. If one walks around this place, one sees statues of people, not one of whom believed in democracy, votes for women or anything else. We have to be sure that we are a workshop and not a museum.”
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johnthelutheran:

Tony Benn: “I have put up several plaques - quite illegally, without permission; I screwed them up myself. One was in the broom cupboard to commemorate Emily Wilding Davison, and another celebrated the people who fought for democracy and those who run the House. If one walks around this place, one sees statues of people, not one of whom believed in democracy, votes for women or anything else. We have to be sure that we are a workshop and not a museum.”

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