Lane Moore on LadyTV Episode 7
"It was just awful back then, wasn’t it, ladies-who-still-make-less-money-than-men-and-get-treated-like-shit-all-the-time?"
Abbi, you are the love of my life.
in the hallway today there was a hispanic girl making white people jokes and these two white guys actually fucking said “that’s racist. what if we were saying stuff like that about mexican people?”
and she just gave them this dry look and said “i’m puerto rican.”
I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS EXPLAINED BETTER THANK YOU SQUIDWARD
There must be a reason why the
heart is a fist wrapped in blood.
Why it is both tenderness
and violence. Life-giving
There must be a reason why
women beat their fists against their chests
in grief. Why we instinctively connect the two
as if our bodies were subconsciously
acting on primitive memory:
If I beat myself where it hurts the most,
will this feeling leave? Can we shake
the organ behind the bones enough to
On average, a heart pumps 1.3 gallons
of blood per minute. 48 million gallons
by the time we’re 70. It doesn’t have
the strength to pretend to be strong
or built from bone.
It revives and re-hurts with
mere precursors of memory -
a glimpse of a picture, a song sung
together in an empty room,
a lost bobby pin, a half-eaten
bagel, the same cold air touching
the same old skin.
But this is probably why
we raise arms against others,
push guns against their backs,
connect phalanges to cheekbones.
It is the first rule of vulnerability -
pretend to be otherwise. Pretend
that the blood coating your thin skin
is not your own bleeding.
Close a hand into a fist, feel the nails
dig into your palms. See this
unblemished reflection of your heart.
Was the body designed to warn us,
of how it was bound to batter
and pound us?
Closed, it will always be an image
of violence. An image of pain.
It took so much for us to open our palms,
and be gentle with ourselves when
hurt came. To lay our hands softly, with
our fingers flowering across our chest.
To weep without wanting to
kill what was beneath.
When someone in class reminds the teacher about last nights homework