{"id":14155,"date":"2020-10-25T20:13:36","date_gmt":"2020-10-26T00:13:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=14155"},"modified":"2020-11-11T19:34:28","modified_gmt":"2020-11-12T00:34:28","slug":"heyo-the-intro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2020\/10\/25\/heyo-the-intro\/","title":{"rendered":"waves: the intro"},"content":{"rendered":"
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photo cred: my phone, accidentally, while i was at a party summer 2019.<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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as my first blog post, i just wanted to say hi. i’m excited to see what i’ll do here. while we’re all tryna navigate this chaotic world, i want this to be a place for me — and hopefully, you reading this — to breathe. i was looking at the first couple lines of this poem on an old google doc, and thought i’d revisit it as a retrospective of my feelings about passion. sometimes, i feel so low that it’s hard for me to feel passionate about the things i know i want to accomplish in my life… and this year hasn’t been very helpful in picking up my mood. as a black trans person, i can say from first-hand experience that the world isn’t always so kind. but, there are moments (like, this poem i’m sharing) where i am able to say, “here i am. and that’s enough.”<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0so, i hope you like it, and, welcome to my blog.<\/p>\n

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sometimes, i forget my body can take these torches\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

of veins and light these pipelines of blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

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sometimes, i forget that a chest of living wishes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

finds home under my tongue<\/span><\/p>\n

and that memories can dissolve into me like sugar there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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sometimes, i forget that my organs are not made<\/span><\/p>\n

of drying sand or the wind of a thousand last breaths,<\/span><\/p>\n

but of flesh: warm, bare, and waiting\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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for me to find the things that make me believe<\/span><\/p>\n

i am living.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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red’s the color of blood<\/h2>\n

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  as my first blog post, i just wanted to say hi. i’m excited to see what i’ll do here. while we’re all tryna navigate this chaotic world, i want this to be a place for me — and hopefully, you reading this — to breathe. i was looking at the first couple lines of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2228,"featured_media":14156,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"image","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[776,1610,1221,15,1512,420],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14155"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2228"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14155"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14155\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14489,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14155\/revisions\/14489"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/14156"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}