the day came in water, running strong
down gutters filled with what used to be
hopes.
we sat on steps, we ran on steps,
and all that water only made us
more reckless,
but we weren’t going to follow
any herd anywhere,
because we didn’t believe them,
and we didn’t believe you,
either.
but we found ways to
set the nights on fire,
groups of us,
often only two,
before the day would come
in water