collaborative storytelling that is equal parts critical and creative

Tali Ginsburg

yesterday i left R in tucson and almost got on a plane to portland
to drive M across the country so i could stop off
in minneapolis to quarantine with E or else stayed on driving east
towards M and H but that would have taken me away from N and K
in san antonio which feels too far away already
though maybe not as far away as new york city
which is crumbling around B but at least O slipped out
to stay just up the road from new haven where
i would go to tell E I love her just because
we haven’t talked in 2 weeks
which still isn’t half as bad as S or K or A
who i’ve lost to oakland
let alone A or X who i’ve just lost
but at least I can say I helped J find chicago
even if logan square feels
as far away as immokalee right now
possibly farther
still when i look down and back
at all the times we cross and crossed
over or lost and gathered and lost
again it pulls me over and apart
like trying to ask
who to follow
only this time
their bodies and yours
are possibly time bombs so
whatever you do, don’t move, don’t move