I woke up craving lemon squares so I take that as a good sign

Thank the stars

that we can go home again

that there are people who will ask how we're doing unprompted

that the sun still warms the skin, cell by cell

that no romance means no heartbreak means no excitement means no yearning.

It's hard to remember hands

Holding hands at the movies,

accidentally touching a stranger's hand on the subway pole and moving away very quickly,

brushing hands when walking next to a friend and not saying anything.

Did we just touch all the time and not talk about it?

Someone asked me the other day where I see myself in five years,

a psychotic question even on the other side of the pandemic.

I told them I'm trying to take it day by day

and laughed like things are easy.