I Woke Up
I Woke Up
Jameson Fitzpatrick


and it was political1.
I made coffee and the coffee was political.
I took a shower and the water was.
I walked down the street in short shorts and a Bob Mizer tank top
and they were political, the walking and the shorts and the beefcake
silkscreen of the man posing2 in a G-string. I forgot my sunglasses
and later, on the train, that was political,
when I studied every handsome man in the car.
Who I thought was handsome was political.
I went to work at the university and everything was
very obviously3 political, the department and the institution.
All the cigarettes I smoked between classes were political,
where I threw them when I was through.
I was blond4 and it was political.
So was the difference between "blond" and "blonde."
I had long hair and it was political. I shaved my head and it was.
That I didn't know how to grieve5 when another person was killed in America
was political, and it was political when America killed another person,
who they were and what color and gender6 and who I am in relation.
I couldn't think about it for too long without feeling a helplessness
like childhood. I was a child and it was political, being a boy
who was bad at it. I couldn't catch and so the ball became political.
My mother read to me almost every night
and the conditions that enabled7 her to do so were political.
That my father's money was new was political, that it was proving something.
Someone called me faggot and it was political.
I called myself a faggot and it was political.
How difficult my life felt relative to how difficult it was
was political. I thought I could become a writer
and it was political that I could imagine it.
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my imagination was political.
It had been, this whole time I was asleep.
《I Woke Up》添加时间：2024-12-14；更新时间：2025-03-09