Arc of Herstory

Arc of Herstory

On this day

In history: this day,

This exact day,

This very moment:

We made history

As then now-passed nows

Fell, in time, behind.

Or should we have lingered longer?

Tomorrow,

Today endures, it sticks

As yesterdays dew

On lips, fingers, loves:

Prisms, lives soot-bound,

Forged where black and blue

And soft grey matter.

Or should they have mattered longer?

Horizons stretch,

Dividing sky from sea,

Spaces from heavens,

Ceiling-connecting:

Correcting heres and 

Theres. Refracted chards:

Hope from boundary,

Should we have present’d longer?

Or maybe time,

Like memory recurs,

Circling around:

Deep dark—black—discounts,

Popular recounts,

Same old history—

Same bowed herstory.

Or should we have arc’d on longer?


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