We’ve wrestled hunger,

Knotting itself in our empty mouths,

We've begged hard with thirst

Flaking our bloody lips.

So we’ve learned to grip life close.

In our walled-off streets,

We ziptie flags

To tentpoles with clenched teeth.

On gray dawns we line sidewalks

To barricade against

The red and blue siren bluster.

If we break,

We stand up in our wake.

We roam untethered,

Build it all again

Dispersed,

But never dispossessed.