Navigating a frayed perception of a spectrum of performativity, gender, sexuality, and lineage of people who once colonized and claimed. A Grafted lineage.
Dust:
With feathers in hand, I dust the leaves,
A shrubbery’s embrace, a secret it conceives.
A housewife’s act, both fierce and mild,
I wipe away conformity, revearing the wild.
Bake:
Each apple skin falls, a flattened delicate curl,
Coordinated layers, the societal claims unfurl.
I peel away surface, revealing the core,
In finding words, I seek something more.
Vacuum:
With a vacuum’s hum, I tread upon the green,
A mockery of norms, a consumable garb reseen.
Soil beneath, yet I cannot grasp its hold,
My footsteps echo, defiance retold.
Dishes:
In soil-stained birthright, I scrub away.
The dirt of tradition, the muck of dismay,
Porcelain meets aerated earth, a dual of two realms,
A coiled parallel, dissonance tethered overwhelms.
Iron:
Beneath the iron’s heat, the weeds lay flat,
An ironic gesture, a subtle combat.
Nature’s rebels pressed into transition,
Yet in their form, I find my mission.
