Corals

I go to bed nearly on time, and wake at dawn from a hundred dreams. Do you remember in March, how much we dreamed? How much time our minds had to process the unearthed millenia? Everything races ahead now, but hobbling, like hubcaps spinning out of control after a traffic accident and eventually they just vibrate until they lie flat and still on the burning concrete. My tan is fading.

Renovations across the street carry on. I scroll through apartment listings like they have answers to questions I have yet to describe in words. Every day is a heatwave. My legs are so tired from crossing this island, but oh how I love it all the same. Love is what happens in crisis.

Do you remember what it was like to be happy?