i’m listening to some amapiano,

drinking water out of an old pickle jar-

wondering what to say about the time that’s elapsed-

i’m still wondering,,,

i’m still wondering,,,

but mostly about things unrelated to this gap in time-

the most logical thing to believe,

is that this is all a long, collective dream-

because believing it as reality somehow makes less sense-

maybe if we pretend,

that we’re just glorified, self-aware sea anemones,

not tethered to our reefs,

our hair-like tentacles swaying in the current,

the lobby lights might flicker again,

and we’ll all slowly return to our seats—