sing it: you and I in the kitchen,
you and I and Arise and four-dollar wine. its label
exclaims wine of the revolution! and reading it,
you laugh. yeah,
everything makes you laugh, now—
now that nobody pays rent and prisons
are molded oranges in a trash can.
so sing the way Arise flushes and sweats, how
our fingers wrestle over homemade sourdough,
how you’re learning to churn butter. wine
of the revolution, and we’re drunk on it. yeah, maybe
we weren’t fast enough to stop the sea rise,
but we bake for refugees and hem curtains
for corporate-offices-turned-homes. and what doesn’t
make you laugh now? sing it: revolution tastes
like cheap-ass wine and we’re drunk
on it. we’re drunk.
Isaac Brooke Petersen (he/him or they/them) is a transgender poet and activist living in Boston with a cantankerous sewing machine from the 70s. A graduate of San Diego State University's MFA program, he has published in journals such as Pacific Review and Versal, and his work received an honorable mention from the AWP Intro Journals Awards.