If you can just be brave then mighty forces come to your aid. If you can be bold you might get saved. If we can just be our bodies, live as vessels of defeat, wash up on shores like broken teens. Hammer crosses into sand, hold candles in our hands and forget the things we said about god’s plans. Forget the weight of geography. Forget the face you always see when you drive home. Wipe them from your memory. Erase the maps written on your bones, the family names that try to call you home. Deny the shape of the province where you’re from. Ontario’s dead kids were all suicide risks just for being born in a place like this.