How To Feel In Control Again

Write resentments.

“The world” now means “the internet”.

“My friends. “My phone”.

Let’s hold hands, drink water, falling stars hope for everything.

Drinking from silicone, gripped red-tipped fingers, I lock eyes with the door knob’s glare.

Ocean.

In person. You are

The most of everything.

I kiss the brass and hear the furnace dry the air.

Flags of beaded water hit the hardened

Steam that knows you

And so you’re here.

Landing.

In person. I know you,

Nothing.