the best commune in the history of worst communes

I’ve slowly been learning

how to organize natural disasters inside a body

while coming to terms with how sad it is

that we can empty faster

than we will ever be able to fill.

Let’s live inside this

same hollow shape

we’ve known our whole lives;

we might as well make it a

home,

sleep each Canadian winter

away in quinzees. I promise

we’ll have everything we deserve

plus a dance party.

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