Z

Z, the flight home was the worst time (see I, written in air). Then home, plush trees + white sky (see N). Parents & I went to Concord for a meeting where one woman was dying. I thought brazenly of change (C), if I really knew you as a child, what my spirits thought of this (S), & why cold traveled with me. It was August. I can’t remember much else (M). How am I? Living (A) long starving days in the twisted city, lit up all the time. At work I ready the world for ruin. I try to stop your state from burning. Grant me courage to weather worse disasters, to continue knowing how we both suffer (how do we move between the quiet ((Q)) days to rattling nights? both unimaginable from the other side). A flood comes again, another follows. Grant you the zealotry to believe in meetings. You told the people at detox your true name (Z). I only overheard it. (The world will not end but change.)