When we were in the cult
we didn’t get a lot of sleep.
But they said we didn’t need it,
so we didn’t need it.
When we were in the cult
we talked funny; words had meanings there
that seemed a little off,
but we understood each other well enough.
When we were in the cult
we slept with others in the cult
and made a lot of noise about how
everyone ought to be with us.
When we were in the cult
everything that went wrong
was caused by something we’d done.
There were no accidents or errors.
When we were in the cult
we didn’t call it cult. We just called it
“being there.” We slept when we could,
fucked each other now and then,
tried not to mess it up
by thinking or saying or doing
things we shouldn’t. When we were
in the cult, it wasn’t hard
to be in the cult
as long as we didn’t think
we were in one at all.
As long as we told each other that,
it wasn’t bad at all.

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