Something is off
The air is weird
Literal storm near
The feeling is eerie
Everyone is quietly afraid
We’ve all been mad for years now
Long lasting friendships have ended
We’re done with family
Done with each other
Only willing to tolerate one another online, barely
Done with what we’ve constructed and this feeling of besiege
Unsure of what might unleash
But something is on the horizon
In the midst of all of this we continue to work on our hopes
Living our life as if long range planning was required
Even though we secretly know something’s about to blow
J.Mar
Author: J.Mar
I was born and raised in Kern County in an unincorporated area of Kern, CA. My parents moved there in the 90s to make a living as farm workers. Watching them barter their bodies, homelands, and family for a chance at the “American Dream” has caused me to reflect. My writing here is largely the unceremonious unpacking and repacking of what was won and lost in this exchange.
My version of the dream consists of completing a PhD in Public Policy. I currently study public finance, public participation, and remittances in Mexico. I am also generally interested in the Latinx public finance experience.
I’ve learned to be cautiously optimistic about the future.
Lastly, I love plants and cleaning is a freeing ritual to me.
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