this is all i want to say about it right now
we keep our ears open and our eyes on the screens, our fingers clenched and steady, and we’re ready to run.
the faces we see are easy, and easy; too untight to know what we know, you and i. (this is not envy, at the smiling sight of them, their lingering scent that is nothing like fear. this is wonder, bitter on the tongue.
this is anger.)
we are not safe. the world is not ours.
(but i love you, in it. for as long as we have. in the stolen days, and the hard-won days; in clean blood and dirty deaths and the sticky filth of every aftermath, in it, i love you.)