This comradeship experienced through desire
The broad chested climate movement boys, espousing feminism with hesitant machismo,
The tough jewish brunettes. loudly in salvaged button-downs and queered up dresses.
The tough nods of racial justice leaders, quivveringly unattainable across coalition table.
I've written this poem a hundred times before, love is justice in private
lusting for that better world beside and inside me. The work we need to do, in the flesh.
Do not be afraid of the details- without objects of desire we are only ideology.
I launch in to nervous pacing whenever I hang up the phone, mutter to the world- I love this work. I love this work.