Okay, time for me to dance
in my generation's way to do:
when optimism rears its legs
I don't think I am far from you.
Reader, when you start a piece about something,
it always turns to something else.
I believe, you and me, we have resistance in us,
that being hosts to the virus
has made us unimaginably strong...
(we do not realize it, but we are strong
and imaginative...)
Our antibodies are our bodies.
We use them in love,
in dancing, and in food,
to stand in front of tanks and hotel lobbies.
Surely, our bodies know what is happening.
