I’m glad to have a job with classes to teach and birthday parties to run that keeps me distracted from everything else that’s going on right now.
Today made me very proud to live in Seattle. Even though I couldn’t be out there marching I’m so grateful for how this city–this country–showed up.
We dance and scream and get sweaty.
We forget everything happening
outside of those crackling speakers
in that tiny basement club.
We remember what it feels like
to be safe in our own skin.
We become a unit, an undulating mass
of hands and arms and stomping feet.
We do not exist outside of this.
We are invincible.
We are free.
Photo courtesy of Hannah Rodrigo .