1. climb onto the shoulders of the great BLACK women i come from, or open some Angelou or Lorde or Walker or Hurston

2. pack a bowl and prepare a shower, complete with melted coconut oil, jasmine incense, and rosewater

3. leak some stanzas. nevermind their form, quality, or quanitity — but always mind their content. Remember the hymns from New York? [HUNDU HYMN #2 even my doom and gloom / promise flowers deep in hue. / there’s something blessed / About my blues. HUNDU HYMN #2, ALTERNATE There’s something blessed / about my gloom — / The flowers still bloom, / Albeit blue.]

4. daydream productively: imagine an alternate present. Conjure an alternate now in which i produce, consume, and am consumed by what i am lacking in the current now. if i am living in scarcity, imagine i am living in surplus. if i am bereft of something, imagine i am brimming with it.