my back

is not

your bridge

to something better.

it’s not a

shortcut

or a

springboard

it’s not a

jumping point

or a

launching site

it’s not a

dive bar

or a

rest stop

and it certainly

ain’t some holding place

for your ego

to recover.

my back

is not

your bridge

to something better.

it’s not a

warm-up

or a

practice round

it’s not a

trial

or a

safe bet

it’s not a

stepping stone

or a

foot stool

and it certainly

ain’t no pair of stilts

to raise you to

the heights that you can’t reach.

you may bellow

braggadocious

and drums your hands

on your chest

but you don’t even

have a fucking spine

and guess what

my back is mine.

earlier this summer, i had the pleasure of reconnecting with kate fontana, who i’ve crossed paths with in beautiful ways over many years. we had the chance to sit down and talk about all the things, including: abolition, organizing, and revolutionary love. check it out here.

thanks, kate, for a beautiful conversation.