27 Jun 2022

The figure is so far I’m not sure it’s walking toward me or away. But the figure is me, shlepping forward into the light, and its face is yours and your voice harmonizes with mine. I want to hold you, fire, embers, as you are now, but I am afraid I would break. Your heart is my heart: dark.

In the night, orange and blue light show upon the exterior of an apartment building, a window with a plant inside.