Last Friday, in the wake of the disastrous (though expected) news that our nation will be even less safe for women and their families, we at the Neurolyrical Cafe embarked on a collaborative poem hoping to express what care looks like and how much it encompasses. This poem was prompted by Garrett Bucks, who asked some important questions in his own Substack newsletter,
My care is touch, word, boundary, dissolving, laughter.