I CLICK TO CONFIRM HUMANITY 

I’M WALKING HOME FROM WORK, 

SMOKING THE MOST GLORIOUS, 

PERFECTLY-TIMED, 

ROACH, 

AND THINK: 

MAYBE I’M JUST SEEING 

ANGEL NUMBERS 

BECAUSE 

I’M ALWAYS 

THINKING 

ABOUT SEEING ANGEL 

NUMBERS?

I’M NOT SURE 

HOW MANY 

“She’s not doing well”, 

WE HAVE 

LEFT IN US.

IT'S ODD 

TO BE 

INSTRUCTED 

TO WRITE 

ABOUT SOMEONE 

YOU LOVE,

AND KNOW  

THEY ARE 

DYING. 

I CLICK 

TO CONFIRM 

HUMANITY. 

NOW, 

MY SISTER AND I 

ARE WALKING 

DOWN 12TH STREET,

FOR WHAT SEEMS, 

LIKE THE FIRST 

TIME EVER 

IN OUR LIVES. 

WE TALK ABOUT 

BELIEVING IN KIDS,

AND HOW IF YOU 

WANT THE KID 

TO GRADUATE 

THEY WILL,

IF YOU BELIEVE 

THAT THEY 

WILL. 

WE HAVE THIS 

CONVERSATION 

LOUDLY, 

AND FEEL 

WE ARE A DISTURBANCE. 

AND JUST 

AT THE BRINK 

OF SAYING 

SORRY,

TO THE IMAGINARY 

NEIGHBORS 

ANNOYED WITH 

OUR SHOUTS,

A MAN PASSES 

ME 

ON HIS BIKE, 

AND I BEGIN TO 

MISS BEING 

3 INCHES 

FROM 

YOUR FACE.