The World Is Burning And I'm Going to Therapy

and i think of my brother who is still asleep in the living room like on any other holiday. and the environmental activist in the videocall who walked me home after a meeting once and asked if this meant i was not scared of him. and my mum's friend whose son is a cop and who bought a high-durability mask to protect him from the virus and how i wore a yellow dress to his wedding last summer and shaved my legs with a disposable razor and how he smiled at me drunk and said 'nice to meet you' right before we left and he was so much taller than me. and i think of the man in my building who smiles at me whenever i see him the way you smile at children and how he raped a girl in a high-school bathroom and got away with it and how he has a brother and i can never tell them apart, just smile and quicken my pace, haunted. and how this maybe means i am less scared now, stuck at home, like the odds are finally in my favour.

-cgi.