The air is suspended. Emily
& I imagine we are breathing
anyway. We are essential bodies
today. We voted. We stepped out
of our cages, briefly. The dead moon
kissed our cheeks. We are devoted
to dying together in this America,
but that’s much more about loving
the Mediterranean restaurant
down the street from our house
than it is about loving a nation.
A nation is no one’s light.
A collection of nations is called
a genocide. In our dreams,
we’ve vanished from this place.