We create calamity when it does not find us.
We create calamity when it does not find us. Our borders test us and we tense against them. Let us make more trouble. Trouble is what we are used to. Let us tempt fate, double check to make certain the ground stands where we left it, that things are still awkward between us, that we can put a mouth near a neck without letting the sky fall. We have to make sure of these things, closer and closer until we prove them wrong, until we ruin them with questions or lines drawn and then stepped over, just to see what it would take to break. We are waiting for an excuse to burn it down, and as it turns out we will do it anyway, no matter how much hope you manage to muster up for us in elections that are not botched, in tender moments and weekends spent away, here, take them back and with them we will hand you the rest of what is good in us.