Empowerment is legitmately not wanting to taste a beer for the night.
Dismantling the old wrecks, confronting fists and saying their name outloud.
The mediated systems enact their means but I still feel love and guilt,
touch them with my fingers, cut their fat and body. I still believe in blood.

Am I moving or is motion a worldly disruption?
The language passes out, wakes up, passes out again
so I resist the urge to rub my hand over its thigh and say goodnight.

Goodnight.