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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!
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
for those who deliver us
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
whereshelter
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
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