I have finally learned to say it.
To taste it. To suck it between my teeth.
To let it melt on my tongue, holy bread that it is.
The only real salvation. I push it into
the hands of strangers. The hips of women.
The mouths of men, hanging open like doors
pulled clean off their hinges. I have come so far.
I repeat it into the mirror, my daily mantra:
I am born again in the power of it.
I can feel my muscles tensing. My eyes
hardening. My body practices its imitation
of a shotgun shell. This is the magic of
self-empowerment. The easiest way
to a revolution.
The government fallen to its knees.
Streets doused in gasoline.
The rise of the masses, suddenly
fully conscious and armed with
the deadliest of weapons:
It all begins and ends here.
You fold the word into the pages of your
heart. Treat it like a Bible. Quote from it
when they begin the defense.
“No: the only freedom.”
You never dreamt it could be like this,
never imagined it was even an option.
You had to learn, had to study the form,
had to immerse yourself in the art of declining
invitations. When yes becomes a noose you
keep hanging yourself with, no is the only
way to keep your feet on the ground.
No becomes the slack in the rope,
becomes the only way to get yourself down
from the ceiling beams. The only way to
get yourself down off the cross.