Como CabanaA Poem by Katie KistlerI went to a house show a few weeks ago with my friends and it made us really nostalgic, seeing as we had a place very similar to it at home that was shut down for basically no reason
are you a resident true blue?
just like me do you want to bleed a little more? my hands are covered in black ink from all the things I had to say but I can only think deadbeat poetry and coffee way too burnt to be okay kind of like my brain don't stop mouthing off to fat cops you know they shut the basement down our lowly little home we ran away to the cities for a day in the Como Cabana where only misfits play we smelled like cigarettes and stolen clothes with vegan food at midnight our futures seeming much too close on the drive back home at twilight in the Como Cabana we found our sense of home in the Como Cabana no longer alone
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