what is race, in the race to the bottom?
what is gender, when the gentry hates us both?
what is class, if cash is the only currency?
in the search for new descriptors,
there are only old adjectives and definitions of power.
privilege like slime, an ooze on the skin,
visible and reeking and passionless.

i used to write about breaking barriers,
speed of sound, tensity in touch.

so much less, now, than there was before.