see, the thing is, at times like this,
i want to be held by everyone i love. swaying. see,
a bullet tessellated through so many bodies we called it
“community.” and at times like this when
we’d make a haven out of a house-hold or
a highway or a handshake it is too dangerous
for everyone i love to be in the same room. because
look at what happened last time we congregated.

– Linette Reeman