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the anonymous who keep us fed,
allowing us to stay in shelter, hide in bed,
while they masked and gloved,
go about keeping us safe and living

with no glory, the invisible,
the shelf stockers,
the wipe-downers,
of our collective spaces,
disinfecting when we
are home in our heads, while
their families worry~wait

we are the indebted,
so our collective can prosper,
no one calls them heroes,
but we would be at greatest, fatalist risk,
if not for the burdens they accept,
for they deliver
us.

so I when I ask nowadays, where is shelter,
the answer is, it is on the way, it is in their hands,
being delivered!
in NYC we are able to survive only because of this army
 Apr 2020 Cole Jackson
abi
girls?
or
boys?

I can't
even
choose

what
I
like

or

what's
my
type

I wish I
could say
I knew I

just can't decide
im just lost and everyday i try harder and harder to find myself but today i found her just as confused as she was when i lost her. its only my job now to take care of her and teach her to be true to herself.

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