But we can’t find the socket, so we tiptoe
across the concrete floors of our sorrows
looking for the drawer with the duct tape,
which we heard works on everything. And it
only takes one drop to tell if it’s raining,
so we touch our cheeks to determine
what is a tear, what is a weather pattern? We wonder
if we should turn 2020 upside down
and shake it like an Etch-a-Sketch. Let’s go back
to an empty screen and start again,
you move one knob, I’ll move the other,
our shoulders touching, side by side
on a bench, not knowing that there could be
any other way we could live.
By Melissa Studdard & Kelli Russell Agodon
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