3.
We can look at each other through both our lifetimes
like those two figures in the sticklike boat
flung together in the Chinese ink-scene;
even our intimacies are rigged with terror.
Quantify suffering? my guilt at least is open,
I stand convinced by all my convictions--
you, too. We shrink from touching
our power, we shrink away, we starve ourselves
and each other, we're scared shitless
of what it could be to take and use our love,
hose it on a city, on a world,
it wields and guides its spray, destroying
poisons, parasites, rats, viruses--
like the terrible mothers we long and dread to be.
Adrienne Rich, from Hunger
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