tired i count the ways in which it determines my life permeates everything. it's in the air lives next door to me in stares of neighbors meets me each day in the office. its music comes out the radio drives beside me in my car. strolls along with me down supermarket aisles it's on television and in the streets even when my walk is casual/undefined it's overhead flashing lights i find it in my mouth when i would speak of other things
Wanda Coleman, from the ISM














