The Naked Dietitian Presents: Enough Trailer
I don’t know, if the flood of yuck
the way the shame-disgust slurry
percolates and stains, derails me from the
now of day, will ever be done with me completely
there is the silence of vigil
the silence of worship, the silence of
the dead forest. The silence of
soundproof flats, which aren’t quiet but
it’s better than it might be, and there is
silence as breeding ground of schism
and disconnect. Tell us your story
when you can, you also, speak up. Speak up.
Once I tithed my life to feed the cultural
dictat that agreed, we should as minimum
always have the decency to act ashamed of
feeling shame. Well fuck that creed.
Do you have any idea just how big this
story is? Big enough, to contain my drive
to reach you, to contain and drip my shame
and throw open doors for yours and
greet the grief, and the waste, and the pain.