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We were celebrating my birthday but I was thinking of societal collapse I asked, When do we stop going to work? When do we fully commit to being in the street every day, fighting for a better future? And you said, When the community is able to support each other in that action / When masses can be in the street but still have shelter & food / And it began to pour, soaking us as we ran to the cab & back to my apartment And the next day I was not in the street but I was in bed with you texting my boss something about the alarm not working or was it a headache This stretching of the morning a small refusal To choose joy over the cruel necessity of work just once To stay in bed a little longer with you |
