when we thought the world would end, I didn’t think it would be like this
watching my beloveds through Facetimethe tens of tens of apps downloadedso I can hear the scattered voicesof everyone I love & the silenceof my apartment building so loudmy whole world is now my kitchen& yellow couch & I haven’t touchedanyone in days, my fingers press intomy own body, I surprise myself init’s raining outside & my skin feels so hollowthe meditation says to think of a happy dayI remember being packed in that woodedhouse for Angel & Hieu’s graduation& Danez saying “the bitch can’t dance”as I wiggled my flailing body, trying& how easy it was to hold Safia’s handmy knee against Shira’s in the back of the minivanto brush the hair out of Sam’s eyesas we played Ja Rule too loud on the wayto weep at our friends graduating the bitchof an MFA, the years we’ve all spentin heartache of a thing we might be good atthe years spent changing cities, movingfarther & farther from our loves because
