Written a year and a half after for those who sit on the sidelines, this piece describes what has changed - and what has remained the same - since.

Written in January 2021, this piece juxtaposes a visceral desire to be in the world with the reality of being forced to watch the world burn as others freely dance in the flames.

Written in 2021, this poem speculates on the surprisingly (?) quick appropriation of crip and neuroqueer virtual realities by capitalism at the onset of the pandemic, life one year later, and an enduring hope for joyous futures.