You expose the grotesque tenderness of a system that tells us we are cogs, then calls it empowerment. That sells sedation, then calls it self-care. That strips meaning from our days, then chastises us for wandering minds, as if wonder were a sin, as if yearning were disorder, as if being human were an inefficiency to correct.
Heads down. Wow. You keep the momentum and the downward movement right the way through. The pressure of conformity compresses and crushes the language of the poem/and the narrator’s spirit.
You expose the grotesque tenderness of a system that tells us we are cogs, then calls it empowerment. That sells sedation, then calls it self-care. That strips meaning from our days, then chastises us for wandering minds, as if wonder were a sin, as if yearning were disorder, as if being human were an inefficiency to correct.
I'm glad it resonated.
Beautiful piece ❤️
Heads down. Wow. You keep the momentum and the downward movement right the way through. The pressure of conformity compresses and crushes the language of the poem/and the narrator’s spirit.
Thanks for sharing.
Oof.