so far our time in yesterday is a hazy glass of bourbon iced between vinyasa
& unfiltered photos joyously nostalgic so far we have asked siri & she
said there is an(other) side & a next week & next year all of us choosing to
live after we've been physical distancing
not to die
the ways we each self-care & decide who we'll check in on make us prolific
& ugly & beautiful to the touch—oh civilians what we couldn't learn from each animal
(out there now) helping each other with the very nettles of each nest oh bee's
oh black cats
& birds humming & tattered
oh flocks of robins
oh trashy angels
oh homeless clouds
here we are in the sand dunes of our dystopia
in the sprawls of our
ancestors
molecules in the dens of our futures
corrugated flesh