At Vox Populi

June 12- July 18, 2021

On March 20th, at approx. 3:10 my dad died. There was a 29 minute window from when I was informed he was hospitalized, to when I was told he was dead. He just died. I don’t know what caused his death or why he’s dead.

For 29 minutes I had hope.

29 void minutes.

I find myself wondering if I hadn’t had that hope, maybe I wouldn’t feel so lost.

All I can do now is speculate. Speculate, what his last thoughts were. Speculate what his brain hallucinated as it struggled for oxygen before it shut down.

Chelsea A. just wants to mourn, but she has a physicality and belongs to a marginalized group that never seems to get any peace..

In Give Me My Flowers, Chelsea navigates the surreal process of trying to mourn while dealing with the mental anguish and disruptions from white supremacy.