Night

It took me a while to realize why I couldn't sleep, why I suddenly heard every word emanating from the television in the next room, why everything was off kilter, and then it hit me: the street was quiet outside, Seccond avenue still and dark on a Saturday night, everything upended. They write to say someone tested positive and suddenly the last of your work slips through your fingers. It's a strange new world and yet something wondrous lingers in the back of your mind. Something is going to come of this, it's making its way through your system, it's arranging itself with white blood cells inside your skin.

You do not yet know how things will shape themselves.

Maybe for once you do not have to.