i am floating topless, in a gap in the trees, above Stanley Park. above me the block of text reads: "ENEMY! ALIEN! Monster of the second wave! She speaks! Hurl spite @ me ~ Make common cause with fascist + Father to drive me back UNDERGROUND ~ or, as consolation, declare I am a woman, but not as you are. Keep your labels, your labrys, your wisdom, your flag. We would have liked them. We can find our own ~ The WORLD TO COME is come, is ours. It wants only peace with yours. But ~ I rejoice to say it, to shout it into the clear blue summer sky that opens up above me! ~ It will never, ever again owe you UNDERSTANDING." I carry a ribbon in my hand, reading "I am ~ as you see me". Below my feet, the last words: "ALICE GOODMAN smiles on me! Your history cannot overlie me now ~"
the revery alone will do if bees are few
