ugh

how the fuck are we supposed to feel calm, it is April 7

and the president proposed annihilating an entire people

and then capitulated to a two-week ceasefire by nightfall,

we celebrated V.’s birthday, I drank two glasses of wine in quick

succession, my sibling said in case this is the end, I love you,

the children said they would form a human chain around bridges,

people said they were willing to die, I ordered vegetarian ramen

and we talked shop, I got in my car and drove home, civilization is ending

and there isn’t a thought in my head, I finish and send a blurb, the seltzer

ticks in the can, I love the view of Milwaukee coming over the Hoan

and maybe the light of the buildings from a bridge can be a thought, 

a moment where consciousness buckles to hold a vision of such might,

the cats were waiting for me at home, my sibling texts crisis averted,

the crowd at the Taylor watch party erupted in cheers, I floss my teeth