never spoke never sat never sipped no gesture connected strangers past maybe the bus stopping for several neighbors waiting, so this sudden isolation constellation staggers us—
thousands flashing starlight out windows each night at eight. we wait for eight in our high-rise bubble, four of us a little giddy for that first flash of tonight’s bright conversation, from another human, and another, more,
more, more wild glittering landscape of flashing. voices, too, singing, calling to each other: we see you, see you, see you.
