“No cultural object can retain its power when there are no longer new eyes to see it.”
The leaf rested on the barren ground
a brown thing had consumed it but from the outside
a flame reflected:
it had seemed beautiful, the way the color
now didn’t seem drab.
But was the color a flame, could the leaf
feel the burn, or was it merely
a reflection of the taillight
of a mechanism called a car.
Language carries power,
such power is not objective;
in it-self language is neutral,
while reflecting the power structures that we participate in.
Telling your ex boyfriend that he was bad at sex
is your way of exerting him as an object
something you felt he so often did.
The light grows brighter, on your periphery a car moves,
power structures are in constant motion
but it is time to remove yourself from this long drive
you no longer desire the spinning happiness,
you just want tranquility and to be the brown leaf
laying on the grass, asleep.