Daud and the Meatheads

having acquired the traditional may long weekend sunburn it is quite a bit easier to forgive my low step count for betraying my secret afternoon naps vertigo naps inertia insolence. i attended the AGM from my living room couch, marvelled how gavin's hair appeared to be drawing a deep breath - a sigh - his land acknowlegment a performative echo of the one before it and the one before that. (the only true thing he ever told me was that he won't wear a white shirt because he is the sort of man who tends to spill things.) from my living room couch i waded through danger and chaos almost as comfortable as if it weren't real. ken asked us to write down "What We Have Learned" because he has not learned that it is impolite to ask people such personal questions. he is hoping i will draw a line graph connecting curriculum with Core Competencies. i drop jam on my white shirt. i acknowledge that i am an uninvited settler. the room moves around me. i have learned to hold still, ken, draw a deep breath, and another. what have you learned?