NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Seventeen

Still catching up.

Reopened

House party
crowded sounds
party back on.

It's okay
every one.
They have

their friends'
parents' parents'
permission.

Signs protest
How can we
live with selves?

Bring us all
together, six
bullets distance.

Started these
suicides since
junior high.

The boots
on our backs
toss us straps.

We pull up
by only
love we know.