Wood Wide Web

Tw: describing queerhate

It's not contained inside

rectangles, inside screens,

inside minds, inside fire, 

inside comment sections,

inside hearts, black and blue,

and red and red and so much red

and they're laughing and we're dying,

and they're laughing more, 

spitting their words, spit on their faces,

and they're so angry because I'm not afraid, 

because I am angrier then they are ever 

going to be, because I am spiteful, because 

I am not dead yet, and I'm not even bruised.

Because we know how to survive, know

how to thrive, to grow, to blossom, and we

are plants, and flowers, and roots, and networks,

we are the Wood Wide Web, we still function 

buried, connection, communication, we warn,

we save, make space, find each other every 

fucking where, we heal, we reach, we hide,

we home, we feed, we are 

community and we are family 

and you can never get us all, so when I

say I survive because of spite, I mean,

in devotion to them.