i would like to learn to roller skate
and embroider funny quotes on circles of fabric
and hold the person i like holding.
i would like to sink into the art of friends and strangers
warmed in the thick of their thoughts.
i would like to make one of those big meals for dinner
you have to start in the morning
and i would like to feel like a day spent doing nothing
is special, still. precious, still.
we pause and we pause and we pause.
i feel it in our conversations
i see it on vacant evening streets, empty morning buses.
the common theme of this collective breath — in —
shouldn’t be fear. out —
it shouldn’t.
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