We meet again in the melting month of February

I’ve experienced a lot now, I’m not an innocent starlet anymore

I’m not a fragile monarch that would naively migrate to wherever you would spontaneously want us to be

Together

Apart

Across the city

In a different state

I’ve become accustomed to the electrical ties that were chewed up and dismantled by that dog that chased you down the street

Its energy has been imprisoned beneath my sternum

Those few seconds when you and I are in close proximity— they try to escape

A list of questions I wrote down in succession when I was fifteen years old. Rewriting it here, I bolded the questions that stand out to me now as a twenty-three year old.