We are all marked, in some way
Social imprints set us in places
In social spaces
Where we bruise ourselves on walls of clear and thick glass
How many ways are there to make a person into an object?
How many new ways will we invent?
How long will we hide our imperfections
behind those who can’t hide theirs?
Must we turn people into stone?
Must we freeze each other in such unflattering poses?
Come, oh great Namer and name us.
Yanks us from our surly word games that stop the life of the living;
Expose the hierarchies we construct with cards
And teach us something of love
Shatter the Glass!
Melt the ice!
Turn stone back into flesh!
