Waking from dreams in the garage surrounded by my intimate family to crow calls and those red poppy explosions again. In the dream, I was asking people – a child being forcibly dressed for her dance recital, a man doing grunt work for an extraction company in a destroyed field –
“If women ran the world, if women had been running the world, do you think you’d be doing this right now?”
I tried to speak to my chosen subjects, to help them feel the real possibility … “What would we be doing?” … “Cuddling? Taking care of things? Being in our shared pleasure?”