Communist Sugar Cube

We are taken and held by the things We love
forced to find Our fingers
stick them into walls
before We are ready
feel
fill
the gifts Our parents gave Us
with piss and vinegar
We drink midwest water and make horrible decisions

We'll drive half-way across anything
feel the communist sugar cube dissolve on Our tongue
stay
up
all
night
piecing the world together
wake
up
shaking
in someone else's bed
dawn is the new dusk
and We have work in the morning
but that is the least of Our concerns,
We have lives.
We hide
Our lives are the only things
We hide

"you cool?" he asked
the question reeking
sniff sniff
burning...
hair
"you cool?"
burning hair...
somewhere
"yeah"