A queer crip future grows in the UNDERLANDS,

the WASTELANDS and the FALLOW LANDS,

out of sight and out of mind,

Rooting, Spawning and Germinating under the soil,

in that moist and fecund undergrowth

where we have been forgotten

Limp, Lame and Sick bodies,

Queer, Sexy, and Sexless bodies;

marinating in the forgotten lands

the sisters of Anzaldúa’s Borderlands

and Irigaray’s Lowlands.

we wait here,

Growing and Shifting,

Leaking and Mutating,

Fucking and Decaying in the WASTELANDS OF THE SICK.

under your dinner parties and your high houses,

your club nights and your art shows,

we are breeding,

building up our strength in numbers,

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