“We didn't buy Alaska to save the Moose.” Rupert Murdoch
One of them days where maybe its the heat. Maybe its the heart, tired of all the entrances and exits of a lifetime. Maybe its all the selfish rich old white men saying things they dont know anything about. Or that people listen to Sarah Palin and nod their heads in agreement, that they dont see the death in her eyes or hear the hate in her throat. Maybe its how many ridiculous lies people think they can get away with, people that you know. Maybe it's everything. The whole damn machine we carry every day, its invisible movement suddenly peeking through for a few hours and sometimes the shoulders remember the weight. Whatever it is-- the body is a wasps nest.
And the wasps dont make any sound.
But they beat their wings against the walls just enough so you know they are there.