after Civil War (2024) by sterling-elizabeth arcadia
the places our bodies touched were sites of pleasure, of learning.
after Civil War (2024)
back in the wrong auditorium at amc cherry hill 24. the small one, the one that shows normal movies slanted blue. my heart is a lens through which i see the world and right now everything looks like shit. everything looks like a war-torn american suburb. in a conflict there are so many deadly collisions. of fighter jet and fighter jet. of bullet and body. ours was almost one of them. but before our bones broke against each other, the places our bodies touched were sites of pleasure, of learning. we studied happiness, side by side, in your bed. we read together before we slept.
