but the days are days, what else can they be? the making of school lunches, the drinking of coffee, the folding of laundry, the editing of photographs, the hustling for work, the running of errands, the texting of messages, the paying of bills, the reading of books, the watching of netflix, the making of dinner, the washing of dishes, the planning of revolutions.
meanwhile, the edges of america continue to unravel. to be clear, I am not without hope. I'm just standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes. talking to God, planning my next move.