Written by Kimberly Campanello on Sunday the 25th of November 2012
squatters keep building tin houses
and he offers me
if I go to Brazil with a machete
and make them stop
the next three years.
squatters keep giving birth
c-sections and use gravity
than forceps to let it all out.
squatters keep breathing
out, in and out, Sat Nam.
Truth is our highest identity.
squatting over you, here,
on the bed,
godammit, I have to put cunt
poem one more time
you are looking up at mine
Jesus. To squat is to live free.
squat is to trust that your insides
get ripped out
best way possible.
squat is to sink low at the knees,
not lock them. To squat is to linger
let the lips separate and speak
I can't imagine
never having known you.
Published in The Stinging Fly, Summer 2010