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Things I'd like to maybe start a Kickstarter for:

A big bed of sesame seeds build in a storefront window, whose window is covered in reflective paper, in which I can lay down to rest my wear bones for a bit and napsnack my way back out into the world cocoon style.
Visa fees for every Muslim in the world to come to the US mostly because it would be way more peaceful likely although we'd have to have a conversation about the necessity of bacon.
Someone who is paid CEO-level salary + great bennies just to follow me around (union workday hours is cool) and run my feet and legs and shoulders and hands and back and basically all of my body parts as needed like always.
Honeybee husbandry.
Mandatory, heavily stipended coursework for the entire western world on gaining an understanding of, and the language for, a real conversation on race, class, culture, gender, history, and the end of capital. With cookies and juice.
That orgasm machine from that Woody Allen movie from when he made funny movies before he was a known sexual predator. I don't know that I need to raise funds for mass production. I basically just need one and a backup.
One more orgasm machine to rent-out by the minute because then I'd never have to crowdfund anything ever again.
An American Truth & Reconciliation Commission. Televised live with social media access points ala periscope, twitter, etc.
Basically just more cats.

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Portland, Ore. 16.9.16 :: Beneath the fractured light of a harvest moon eclipse, black|bodies descend into PICA's Time Based Art Festival and radiate poetry/light.

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‪So I would never (read: NEVER) wanna be a dude. But the list of things that aren’t safe to do on vacation as a woman alone is so long it reinforces the fact that we need twice the pay and half the cost on all things. Also: any brujas in Oahu wanna hike this thing with me? ‬#nofilterneeded

I just keep getting upgraded. I welcome this gift of the world which keeps saying, as Rumi, “I know you’re tired, but come.” And then the guy entering the plane behind me helps me put my too-heavy (natch) bag overhead then says, “I’m right on the other side of you unless you wanna switch.” And he wanted an aisle seat and I wanted a window and we traded and this morning couldn’t go more sweetly. I woke up to the sunrise over the Pacific. I was ferried to the airport by the sweetest young writer from a long line of Mexican horse trainers. She was called, as a child, Horse Girl #12. Now I have a breakfast mai tai and apparently there will be brunch. On the other side, the Hawaiian Islands. And me. I could be making all this up. I can hardly believe myself that I’m not. I know I only post things when I’m on the road, so it’s been a while. And of course I am always on the road alone. So thanks for coming with me. If you feel kisses being blown to you over the sea: it’s me. 💖✨😚

‪—and then I get back to the little beach hotel & Emmanuel, who writes lyric essays & loves Baldwin, calls out “Hey are you the poet?!” & he says the whole staff was excited all day to have a #poet on site & insists on immediately upgrading me to a suite overlooking the sea. 🙌🏾‬ #poetry #magic

An unhyphenated American Proverb Project with Karen Yamashita, Ronaldo Wilson, and Kathya Juarez. #livingwriters #chalkitup

...part eros, part riot: all @kazimalipoet #classtoday

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Today in Robots! I! Need!

February 19, 2016

TRASH ROBOT!

If I get all the garbage to the door, can't the garbage get to the cans somehow without me?

MUST I BATTLE THESE THIRSTY-ASS RACCOONS ON MY OWN MIGHT?!

Figure it out 21st century. I'm waiting.