and what platitudes are there for the flat-lined, coffin-inclined forebears who died before we got this far?

is it selfish to say i don’t care if we win in the end if the end winds itself into one more queer kid’s Pulse?

if we can sieve just one human being out of the drowning sea of suffering,

if we can save just one more

how can i say that’s not enough?

but how can it ever be enough?