hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)

i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days

hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)

i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days

images compared:
teaching online, in person
in the same classroom
One of my students just called me and in his very broken English told me I upset him in class today because I wasn’t on screen the whole time. He was in tears and his father yelled at him. Why wasn’t I on screen the whole time?
Because I was walking around my classroom trying to check in on the twelve kids who showed up today. Because I was trying to get two kids who have done zero work because of their utter terror of technology finally logged into our textbook.
Because I was making a tiny bit of progress with two kids, and breaking another.
Because it’s 2020 and I don’t know how to teach anymore. 💔
But I wore this mask and put up the new background fireworks to celebrate a candidate who literally has the power to change or save their lives and their families’ lives, and I smiled.
So why am I crying now?

here we are. winning.
by a margin way too slim.
at least we win her.


invading our walk
this kitty thinks she’s a dog
(Trump’s America)

but we’ll win it back
as i splash blue on two screens
for my kids to watch

your majority
is as fleeting as winter
during climate change

Vamos a ganar
with this American map
he knows nothing of

every moment counts
and he has read my soul here
with these three small words
every election:
because they are so diverse
urbanites vote blue

all it really takes
is a short conversation
with someone different
walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope


