Psalm for the Slightly Tilted
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In the year they come for us watch my people make protest signs out of old pizza boxes. Watch-
there are no boring people which is unfortunate. You’d think statistically we’d get at least a few- one-speed souls with just meh stuff to do.
But none of them are dull. Each— a suitcase held together by duct tape.
These are your coffee-stained saints who rise not with trumpets but with Advil. They stand and wait creased like maps of a country that doesn’t exist anymore.