are leaning into our lovers'
clothed or unclothed shoulders, rolling into
and out of the curves of each other
- but some of us are.
Not all of us
have someone waiting
at the other side of the border,
not all of us rhyme safe and home yet
- but some of us do.
Not all of us
will fight. We do not always
find our courage at the moment when it might
be most of use
- but some of us will.
Not all of us will see the other side.
Not all of us.
But some of us.
Enough?
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