Paolo Freire said let love, the heart of revolution, into the room  

A tarantula wasp is beautiful in certain sunlight. If you’ve been a killer 

all your adult life, do you miss your own humanity? 

Girls need shoes and invention of stars, but their bodies are breathed

into small spaces, requiring them to live through winters without  

doorways. That was true the day I was born 

as it is now. 

Do you understand me?

Repeat this often—love women, not debt or paint on small houses. 

[Reminder! The rainbow milkweed locust of Madagascar

has a gorgeous blue, yellow, and red exoskeleton;

designer colors that were never designed.]  

Despite our future and past mistakes, red ants and people multiply 

continuously.  Often, they fill a mass burial site where absence 

stares skyward. 

I don’t want a martyr; I only want the sphynx moths to emerge at dusk 

to feed on nectar and fool us into thinking they are hummingbirds fluttering 

above white desert lilies.