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Another tenement we can’t afford to rent. Our streets tell tales of how the last election went in smashed auto-glass and purses been dug through. We’ve made our friends, some of whom like dancing in darkened rooms. We dance all night with the queers that we’re allied to. We make our moves. Sometimes they’re into it. Sometimes it’s a little bit hard to stop dreaming of countries where they kiss both cheeks as a greeting or receive you in prayer. As-Salaam Alaikum. But our winters are not spent exploring new continents. No now is our discontent packing our tenements into plastic bags.
Oh, in the love of joys unknown.
Most of our mothers are getting too old for this. These are the years that they would have happily missed. These are the days of worry and wonder. We fear the future like the poor fear the hospital. We can’t afford it, but it’s unavoidable. Promised the worst and offered austerity. But it’s not the first time we’ve been told the end is near. Now that it’s become clear we’ll start our families here isn’t it time to raise cups of kindness, to Old Lang Syne, sure, but also to tomorrow? We’ll bask in our triumphs and shoulder our sorrow together as one.