She’s working the telephones at the office, waking up early to cook for the breakfast program, distributing the paper, running day care during the morning and a free school in the afternoons, lifting shit and raising money for the programs, doing political study in the evenings and basic training on the weekends. In between, she’s got to be giving you honey, even though you might be getting several honeys. Even though from time to time you lose your mind and put your revolutionary fist in her face. She accepts your weeping apologies because what lumpen can be perfect? Takes time to get your freedom. She’s gonna bear it for you. Gonna prove her mama’s wrong about you. After all, she’s got your babies and another one coming. Producing those power children for the next generation. For the protracted struggle.

But how long’s this gonna last? Dope offers up the future: funk wears off. What else you got to offer? By the time it takes you by surprise, you know she’s found it all out yesterday. Oh, yes.