matters of the heart in march, 2020
WRITTEN BY QUINN CHRISTENSEN
we are
small & drifting
far from each other
(the thing that grounds me)
I saw a photo of a couple kissing
through surgical masks
from the flu epidemic of the 30s,
collaged our faces in their place
we spend our days together, wandering
waterfalls
and nights alone wondering
what fall will mean—
for us,
for the world
and I wish I knew how to tell you exactly how I feel
because I think
I know
we’re running out of time.